#sorry dami

Kon : *knocks on his door*

Tim : *angry at punk rock hella hawt alien bf*

Tim : *ignores*

Kon : *knocks again*

Tim : *ignores*

*awkward silence*

Kon :

Tim :

Kon : what's the most dangerous type of Uranium cake ?

Tim :

Kon :

Tim :

Kon :

Tim :

Kon : *bursts into Timmer's room*

Kon : 'YELLO !!!

Tim :

*awkward silence*

Kon :

Tim :

Kon : *holding a dramatic stance*

Tim :

Kon :

Tim :

Tim : oh my fucking GAWD this is why I fucking LOVE you you mother fucking-

*HASTY CANDID MAKE OUT SESSION*

*picture frames met their doom*

*Kon lost a boot; later discovered atop the ceiling fan*

*Damian became the recipient of an unfortunate voicemail at the end of the night due to Timmers making an unfortunate butt dial*

*things henceforth became awkward as all hell in a room with only Tim, Kon, Jon, and Damian*

*Jason is trying is damndest to put Tim in this awkward ass position while Tim still fears just how MUCH in the FUCK the voicemail picked up*

Tim : you don't understand !!!

Tim : *jerking a wide eyed Kon forward by the shirt collar* who knows WHAT he heard !! He probably heard it ALL !! Now he knows just what I'm capable of ! THAT'S IT !! *pushes Kon away* IM MOVING TO ANTARCTICA !!!!!

Damian : *at the end of the hallway*

Damian : *locks eyes with Kon*

Damian : * slices thumb over his throat in Kon's general direction*