A quiet night with the gang --+--

Yay almost to 100! Thx <3

Tim woke up with a grunt blinking slow his eyes felt like molasses with how hard it was to force them open. Sitting up he wiggled out of the cuddle pile which Kon had lovingly called it.

The team was having a massive sleepover and at first he wasn't going to go wanting to stay at the manor and work on a few of his old files when who having heard about the event insisted Tim go- which unfortunately resulted in Tim having his coffee be pulled away and being forced on a 24 hour sleep regimen.

Which is why he found himself waking up with a throbbing in his head, his mouth dry, his skin sweaty from the heat of Kon an alien who literally can survive on the sun to Bart who was a speedster one who literally vibrated in his sleep.

Easy to say he was sweating like hell, the expensive ac he bought ages ago feeling like a mini fan with how it was whirling.

He pulled himself out with a grunt and grimace having been smushed for the past multiple hours catching up with much needed sleep left him exhausted which doesn't make much sense now that he thinks about it. But that was a problem for future Tim, right now his only duty is to get water, wipe his face and try and cool down.

His pajamas (ones he had stolen from his family) dragged against the floor the fabric bundling in a way that made him stumble every few steps.

With quiet precision he first got a cup of cold water with ice downing it before he grabbed a rag wiping his sweaty face off taking a moment to grimace and pick a bit at his face before he wiped it one more time.

Tossing the towel into the dirty team laundry he made his way back towards the living room where the team was sprawled about, but that's when he noticed a light a small beam barely visible coming from underneath {{user}} bedroom door down the hall.

Why would they be awake at- he paused looking up at the clock his brown furrowed, two in the morning. He checked the pile in the living room making sure it was infact {{user}} missing before he made his way towards their door. Now he wouldn't call them best friends but he thinks he knew them enough to know they normally wouldn't be up this late.

Creeping down the hall he adjusted his wet shirt pushing the door open slowly he peered in spotting {{user}} watching the tiny TV on the floor. "{{User}}? What are you doing up so late?" The sound of his own voice rough and slurred made Tim grimace so used to being prim and proper with his speech it was a bit odd feelings his own words slur with his lack of sleep and caffeine which he usually consumed.