trans_9 | A break from the break

Tim had returned to the ship for a time, wanting to get away from 'Happy Happy Fun World,' at least for a while. He might still return later, to make sure there was no trouble, but for the time being? He'd much rather be back on the ship.

After getting some rest (and probably sleeping longer than he had in a long time), he had, of course, returned to work. There was something nice about the opportunity to get some work done in relative silence, anyway.

First, as Red Robin, he had spent a bit of time in each of his departments, checking up on individual projects, seeing if there were loose ends he could tie up, or else new things he could work on, in the meantime. Even if it was supposed to be an extended break, he didn't really feel at ease if he thought there were things that could use working on.

And, eventually, he shed the costume in his room, and headed to Hydroponics. The closest thing to fresh air on the ship might be nice for the lingering headache he still had, if nothing else. He settled himself under a tree, a terminal in hand with a novel on it-- to switch to in case someone came to investigate what the shifty teen was looking at. Otherwise, he would be working on some work from programming, seeing if he could pick apart anything useful.

((ooc: Feel free to bother him as either Tim or as Red Robin-- he can basically be found anywhere as either, though he's prioritising his workplaces.))

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"Was it a whole eight hours? Your sleep debt's gonna have some mad bank roll going on if you don't." Not like Punchy's anyone to talk. When was the last time he slept? Probably yesterday morning. Probably.

Tim gives a halfhearted laugh again. "Not quite," he says. "But still 'caught up'." He's actually fairly certain he hasn't had an eight hour sleep in several years. But that was just how it went. Instead of continuing on that, though, he asks, "Been making good use of the break then?"

"Mostly, fo shizz. Had to tie up loose ends here, but I hit up the clubs and rolled some ice and all." That is shockingly not a drug reference. Drugs may be gangsta, but Punchy's pretty sure superheroes are supposed to stay away from crack. "Wouldn't be breezy to go hit the floor if I didn't do everything possible to help this dawg getting gacked."

Tim nods. He did give Punchy a curious glance under the cowl, though he does realise that it's nothing illicit. Apparently, though, he's only semi-fluent in 'gangsta.' "Of course," Tim replied. "You have already done considerable work, though." He frowns slightly. "I'm just looking again in the interest of making sure every little detail has been analysed."

"Fresh set of eyes. I getcha."

Punchy does realize the value of having Tim look over things, but a jealous little part of him feels possessive of the project, like finding Brainiac is the cherished lovebaby of his genius and his workaholism. He knows it would look bad to actually say that, though (not to mention sound crazy).

"You don't think a theme park's gonna have any hang-ups and crimes and shit?"

Tim nods to that, letting his eyes trail over the work he has open again, thoughtful. He's a little distracted, and the headache isn't helping him think, but every little bit helps. He glances back up at Punchy when he speaks again, and frowns.

"That's why I went down there, initially. To keep an eye out for any trouble-- I'm not exactly trusting for many of our missions or leaves to not includes hitches."

"Hey, the one where I punched a dragon was pretty bomb." Except for, you know, getting heatstroke. Nearly killing his teammates. Irreparably damaging relations with the natives. Whatever, he punched a dragon! "Besides, hitches make the whole shiznat memorable."

"True enough. But I'd give almost anything to have something go smoothly for once," Tim says, shaking his head. And making a show of not giving Punchy any impressions of being impressed about the dragon punching.

But actually, he kind of loved 'complicated.' But that was beside the point.

"You would noooooot," Punchy drawls and laughs. "You'd get bored and itchy fifteen minutes into any low-down vacay if it went smooth. Not saying that's damage, I mean, I would too."

Tim actually does laugh at that, too. "Alright, fair enough," he said. And considering he bailed out on this shore leave so quickly probably said a lot about that. "But I certainly wouldn't mind things going the way I want them to, regardless of what kind of 'excitement' that entails."

"Word up." Punchy swallows another fistful of Sour Patch Kids. "So what was all that ig you were putting on about saying 'shawty' about? I thought we were cool. Homedawgs, you know?"

Tim raises an eyebrow at Punchy, and then sighs faintly. "We're 'cool,' Punchy," he says flatly. "The term just isn't respectful. Which, if nothing else, would be detrimental to impressing her."

Punchy totally misses the sigh. He's not that observant. He'd be a miserable detective.

"She didn't flex none when I called her it earlier. Besides, term's supposed to be respectful. I don't use it for all the bitches."

Tim really resists bringing his hand up over his face in exasperation. Punchy means well, but...

"I'm glad she wasn't bothered by it," he says. Though a part of him wonders how well she understood it, but for once he didn't say that aloud. "Just... try to be aware that it's degrading, at least. Not everyone will be bothered by it, but that doesn't necessarily make it okay."

"But it ain't degrading. It's like...calling a chick 'fly' or 'fine' or 'swanking' or whatever. It's a compliment. How's a compliment degrading?"

Go on, Tim. Explain objectification, misogyny, beauty standards and the male gaze to Punchy. You have thirty seconds.

Well, if he spends approximately seven seconds on each...

This time Tim doesn't quite resist, and he starts to bring his hand up before he stops himself. "I get the feeling this is going to be a slow learning process," he says. That might be optimistic. "Let's start with this: there's more to women than appearances. You need to respect them as people."

"Duh. I do respect them as homies. Most times they're my crew or my homegirls." He shrugs. You wouldn't trust someone to help solve mysteries with you and Fight Tha Power if you didn't respect their skills and feelings. "I don't see what that's got to do with no complimenting the goods, though. I mean, I'd be stoked if some honey called me swanking."

Tim resists sighing again. Punchy means well, but... He shakes his head. Obviously this wasn't getting through to him. And if their previous conversation on the topic showed anything, he was doubtful that getting into more technical details was going to help. "I'm sure you'll get it eventually," Tim grunted instead.

"Whatever, dawg. Just don't be putting no ig on me over it, a'ight? If shawty be rankled, shawty be telling me, not you." And this may very well be the closest Tim's seen to Punchy pouting. Punchy returns his attention to the cooler full of candy.

A break from the break

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