the Coin Flip brainworm has yet to die. this wasnt even a commission i just cant stop thinking about it. @chronicdelusionistsart you need to pay for your crimes
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"I, uh," Bernard says. Or, rather, fails to say. Tim's eyes are so blue, and so striking, and kind of hypnotic. He feels like his soul is being laid bare. "I've meant to ask," Tim says, slowly. "You've said a lot of things, and…" Bernard's cheeks are burning. "…I don't always know when you're joking about things…" Tim's eyes flick down to Bernard's lips. "And I think that… you, um…" This is dangerous, he thinks, over and over, but Killer Croc couldn't pry him from where he is right now with a crowbar, scant inches from Tim's face. Something's building, taut as a wire between them. He wants to lean forward and kiss him. He wants to tell him everything. He wants Tim to figure him out. He wants - Beep-beep-beep.
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