[open] i'll hold your hands

[mrsarcastic003]

Who: Tim Drake and You!
Where: Throughout the Mansion
When: Ewaymas!
Rating: PG
Summary: Tim is trying to stay away from the cookies, but he keeps accidentally eating them. And they keep making him cold.
The Story:

Tim has been trying to avoid the cookies that are all around the mansion in baskets like baited traps, but he can't… quite… stay away from them, despite not being very interested in cookies as a rule (unless they're Alfred's, but of course he's the exception to every rule). He's seen the effects that the cookie shave had on Georgia Mason and others, and he's not interested any of that for himself.

And yet.

Somehow he keeps catching himself about to eat one, without realizing what's happening. And then, of course, inevitably come the times where he doesn't manage to catch himself before eating one. Is he festive? Small? Musical? Hungry?

No. He's cold. Every time he fails to stop himself from eating a cookie, he's overtaken by a sudden chill, and unable to get warm.

Comments

[mrsarcastic003]

He wants to deny that he's cold at all, because he almost feels like admitting it will only encourage it, but... He's shivering. There's not much point in denying it. "I can't tell you that for sure. I have no idea how long this will last." Which is irritating. He sighs. "Horrifying Horrors sound all right to you?"

[talesuntold]

Good. Stoic lies aren't actually useful in this situation.

"Absolutely. I've wanted to see that one ever since you mentioned it. I also baked cookies, by the way, and so far as I know they aren't causing any untoward side effects." Eat her baking next time you crave cookies, Tim.

[mrsarcastic003]

"That sounds nice," he admits. As do the blankets and hot drinks, actually. Even being from a world where magic is a thing that regularly happens isn't making Tim any less frustrated at being affected himself. Of course, he would probably have the same reaction if he were at home, too.

And it wasn't like he planned to eat the cookies.

[talesuntold]

"Upstairs, let's go, before your teeth chatter so hard you wear them away to nothing." Maggie grins to punctuate this cheery image, though the disturbing thought occurs to her that they're in Wonderland and it's entirely possible. Then she holds out an arm. "You need to borrow some body heat until we get to blankets?"

[mrsarcastic003]

He opens his mouth to decline, then sighs and steps toward her, letting her wrap an arm around him. "Thanks. also, that was a cheery and disturbingly possible image here in Wonderland, so I'm sure I'll be having nightmares about that for days to come." He gives her a quick grin in return, letting her know he's kidding.

[talesuntold]

"Just getting a head start on the horrifying horrors!" Maggie chirps as she slings an arm around Tim's shoulders and pulls him in close to her side. Then she starts off toward her room with him. He's been there before, so the direction they take shouldn't come as any surprise.

"What's your hot drink of choice, Tim? Tea, coffee, cocoa?"

[mrsarcastic003]

Maggie you are the best-worst.

"Coffee as often as possible. Tea when it's not. Hot chocolate as a last resort." He laughs. "My caffeine intake is very important to me. It's probably why I never got a growth spurt."

[talesuntold]

Maggie laughs. "Unless all the contents of my room have been turned to sugar, you can have your first choice. You fit right in. Almost every blogger I know is very attached to their caffeine intake. I try to keep well-stocked. Back home I have houseguests as often as possible."

Which is probably why her room in the mansion is so well set-up for entertaining.

[mrsarcastic003]

"You must like to have company, then." Which is very different from the impression he'd gotten from Shaun and George who are fine, but seem very private, and certainly prefer to keep their own space that way.

An attitude he sympathizes with, really.