#dcppelgoner

Rhys’s face was absolutely beet red as Tim caught him, both from embarrassment and... Something else. Not that the double needed to know his little “joke” had been right on the money. He forced a laugh and tried his best to look anywhere but that stupid attractive face. It was hard, though, considering the way Tim was looking at him. He could absolutely hear his heart thudding away in his chest. God, Tim was so nice. Warm, too.

“Thanks for catching me.” He said a little bit lamely. Tim hadn’t put him down yet but Rhys certainly wasn’t about to complain. It wasn’t often that he was swept off his feet after all. Would it be weird for him to help secure the hold by putting his arms around the double’s neck? Probably. He risked a glance towards the older man’s face, the same soft expression there. Ah, he had it bad.

“What would you say if I offered to hire you on as my personal fall protection?”

“Tim do you have any idea what time it is?” Rhys frowned and closed down the display that’d been up on his hand. He folded his arms over his chest much like a disapproving parent. It wasn’t like he was one to talk, though. He’d been working from home and had drifted off. Really, he should be thanking the double for waking him up. The CEO checked the time with his ECHO eye. He’d only been asleep for fifteen minutes, at least.

“It’s four am.” He emphasized, then almost as an afterthought, asked “...Why can’t you sleep?”

timothy's voice drags him back to the waking world, and he's only slightly grumpy about it. any noise, even quiet ones, tended to bring him around; a light sleeper indeed. jack merely growls softly, turning his head and keeping his eyes closed.

' i was sleeping, jackhole. til you asked if i was. ' he huffs, voice lacking any true bitterness.

jack is quiet, simultaneously silently impressed but also a touch livid.  it was a shame that timothy was finally getting an attitude, a crucial part to the act he played, yet it was directed his way instead of toward the people timothy was supposed to have an attitude toward.

❛ 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚢, 𝚝𝚒𝚖, 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚢, 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚝𝚊𝚖.  𝚒 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎, 𝚒𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢. ❜ jack chuckles, tossing an arm around his double’s shoulders and hugging just a shade too tightly.

Rhys hadn’t expected to have just taken the man’s hand as he did but a part of him had said go for it. So the company man had taken Timothy’s hand between his own pair. He should have asked why he hadn’t gotten his hand treated yet but he had a better idea on how to make it feel better. 

Humming brought the blistered hand up to his lips and he carefully placed a kiss on each finger tip before kissing down to his palm. The flesh hand of his gently resting on top of the back of his hand while the metallic one of his gently held the other man’s wrist. And has he gently peppered kisses to the burnt hand he watched how his face turned a bright red as well and he locked eyes in turn with him.

Pulling back Rhys allowed the metal digits of his right hand to gently run against the blistered surface and sweet smile came to his face.

She pulls away and pats the affectionately assault side of his reconstructed visage, open palm and kind. “  -- Sugar, you may have the face but you certainly don’t have the personality,  ”   Moxxi hums, voice alight and smug in noticing the work her makeup made of his skin. Oh, how precious. “    -- and that’s compliment, by the way.   ”

The digital duo hummed a little bit to themselves in an ever cheerful manner. I was like nothing could bring them down at all as they watched the doppelganger that was nearby. Legs swung lazily in sync with one another as they sat before deciding to speak up.

“Hiya, Tim!”

“Hey, Tim.”

“How’s it going?”