Drunk Texting | T. Drake ✔

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T: oh... I see.

I: but I want you to choose for me because I am stuck somewhere and can't wriggle out of it while she will be coming at the airport in an hour.

T: of course, no problem, what do you want me to do?

I: just pick up any gift you like and place it in that black Mustang parked in the parking lot. Also a bouquet of lilies along with it would be great.

T: sure.

T: but isn't that Irina Luthor's car?

I: just do what I bloody told you to, Tim! No stupid questions.

T: okay okay, fine. I am not asking any more questions.

I: good.

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T: so did your aunt like the gift?

I: she loved it, Tim, thank you so much!

T: and I suppose you're having a great time with her.

I: absolutely.

T: tell her I said hi.

I: and who shall I tell her you are if she asks?

T: your friend?

I: right, I am following Richard's advice on that one.

T: ...

T: you didn't mean boyfriend by any chance, right?

I: what the hell is wrong with you, Tim?

T: oh so you didn't mean that.

I: of course I meant that.

T: Ren!

I: I am not even in the same room as you yet I can feel you blushing redder than a fricking hot tomato.

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T: look, it has nothing to do with my feelings for you...

I: oh so you're finally confessing?

I: go on, I'm listening.

T: you know I like you, Ren, I really like you a lot. But sometimes I get a little bit uncomfortable when Jay and Richard tease us.

T: you do understand what I'm talking about, right?

I: of course, Tim, don't hesitate.

T: and I just think maybe it's a little too fast.

I: I can understand.

I: and I have never pressurized you, right?

T: I know.

T: but just because I get nervous doesn't mean that I don't want to be with you. (This message has been deleted).

I: you didn't have to delete that, Tim.

T: um...

I: look, I understand how you feel. And I am giving you all the time you want.

I: I do not want you to feel pressurized about this either. You know that.

T: I do.

T: thank you.

I: what for, Timbelina?

T: for listening and understanding.

I: that's exactly what friends are for.

I: I mean we might be treading on the thin line between love and friendship, but no matter what happens, you're still going to be my very best friend.

I: and I hope it's the same for you as well.

T: of course, Ren, nothing can change our friendship.

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[ T <•> D ]

D: I can't believe this.

T: now what?

D: a dog is supposed to be man's best friend, then why the hell is Titus becoming fond of my worst enemy?

T: wait a second.

T: you mean to say that Titus likes me?

D: what treachery are you both up to, Drake?

D: I wanted to teach him to bite you in the ass but now he wouldn't comply.

T: damn it, Damian, can you not be nice for a second?

D: not in my genes.

T: and here I thought you would at least try after I had gifted you with a pet hamster.

D: so you were trying to bribe me with Nemesis?

T: of course not. It was just a birthday present.

D: on second thoughts, if you can get father to agree in letting me keep a pet snake, then maybe I'll consider your offer.

T: deal.

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D: since father agreed and I had made a deal with you, I will let you know that I am going to at least try being nice to you for a week.

T: just one week?

D: don't push it, Drake, or I'll kick you in the face.

T: fine, one week. Seven days. So far, so good.

D: but if you start being an asshole to me on patrol...

T: tell you what, just screw it. I'm asking Barbara to set your patrol with Steph.

D: not her! I hate Fatgirl.

T: it's Batgirl, you nachos eating gremlin!

D: come back here, Drake, before I beat the shit out of you.

T: too late. And you would end up beating the shit out of me anyways, so what's the use?

D: I fucking hate you.

T: trust me the feeling is mutual.

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D: your girlfriend picked up the wrong battle.

T: what the hell do you mean?

D: I'll give you two hints.

D: Two Face

D: the Bowery.

D: and you're welcome.

T: fucking crap, Damian, and you did nothing?

D: thought it would be better for you to save her instead of me.

D: now hurry up, dumbass, or else she'll get killed.

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