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[peektuttut]

[Private to Cissie]

Has that 11-12 guy been asking you questions?

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[Private] They cheat. :|

[peektuttut]

Can't remember the last time it happened. We could head to the gym, if you want. It's been a while since I practiced with a bow. [Quite possibly years. ...Quite likely years.]

[Private] They're just not cut out for monogamy.

[cisskabob]

I'd like that. Meet you there?

[Private] That's okay, Tim's almost as bad as Dick. :\

[peektuttut]

Definitely.

[Private] ALMOST. Man, he needs better role models in that area.

[cisskabob]

Thanks, Tim. See you in a few.

[Spam/log/assume? I could ask you in IM but eh, I'm here. ;)]

[SPAM] I am lazy. And he DOES. XD

[peektuttut]

[Tim headed for the gym, and was there soon enough, setting up a few targets for them.]

[SPAM] Lazy FTW. WARNING: tl;dr ahead. :-P

[cisskabob]

[Cissie arrived shortly after. She managed not to run through the halls, mainly because she didn't want to draw attention to herself and running would do just the opposite. She looked better--and certainly felt better--than she had in the infirmary, but appearances can be misleading. She really had only been sleeping because of the painkillers, and she was NOT looking forward to going back to her room and trying to sleep there. And now the whole Gabriel-Sylar thing was bothering her in ways she couldn't really name. So she was glad for the excuse to go lose herself in archery practice for a while and spend time with Tim.]

[Spam] nomnomnom tl;dr :>

[peektuttut]

[He looked up as she entered and smiled a little, moving to meet her.] Hey. You look a lot better. [Tim turned to nod toward the targets, very simple circles with smaller rings under them.] What do you think, far enough?

[Spam] <3

[cisskabob]

[She smiled back and set down her gear.] Thanks. I feel better. [Physically, anyway.] It looks great, Tim.

[Spam] <3!

[peektuttut]

Cool. [He watched her from the corner of his eye. Just in case. Really. Then he rolled his shoulders.] Do you have an extra bow, or should I rummage in the closet for one?

[Spam]

[cisskabob]

[Of course! Cissie grinned and bent to unzip her bag, pulling out a bow and offering it to him.] I came prepared.

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

[Aha! That gets a real smile as he takes the bow.] Practically a boy sc-- uh, girl scout. [Smooth.]

[Spam]

[cisskabob]

[So smooth. Cissie laughed and pulled out her own bow, tossing Tim the string for his and going ahead to string hers.] Nice save. But I was a girl scout for a while--a Brownie. Sold cookies and everything. At least until Mom decided I wasn't really learning anything useful.

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

Boy scouts got to do all the fun stuff, I hear. [He totally hadn't been one. Totally. And it takes him a moment to string the bow. This is absolutely not his forte, and it really has been a while. But he gets it! Hurrah.]

[Spam]

[cisskabob]

That's what I hear, too. And something about knot-making. Which is why Mom tried to bully a troop into taking me. Thank god they didn't go for it. [Cissie is feeling nice, so she's not going to tease him right now. Besides, she's busy getting everything else ready. Here, Tim, have an arm guard.] Where'd you learn archery?

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

Your mom is terrifying, [he said, grinning. That arm guard was slipped on, and he gave her A Look.] Where do you think? [Subterranean cave. A little dank. Surprisingly well lit.]

[Spam]

[cisskabob]

Too true. [She laughed.] That's what I thought, but I didn't know archery was his thing. Or do you just know how to do everything?

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

[He just shrugged, smiling crookedly.] It's not. But you know he had to be at least decent at everything Ollie could do. [He pulled back the bow string with a flourish, smirking vaguely.] Yeah, that's me. I can shoot arrows and walk on rolling balls. Does that make me a maverick?

[Spam]

[cisskabob]

Somehow it doesn't surprise me. [Cissie laughed, shaking her head at him.] I reserve the right to wait to answer that until I see how well you shoot those arrows.

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

[That makes him snort and shake his head.] I might hit the target. I might put some holes in the walls. No promises. [Well, no, he wasn't that bad. A Boy Wonder with bad aim was so useless.]

[Spam] I confess: I just like using this icon.

[cisskabob]

[Cissie doesn't believe it for a second. The day Tim Drake is awful at something is the day she puts back on her mask. ...Let's not tell her about tennis. (Oh man, they should play tennis. Shut up, this is totally IC spam.)] All right. Let's see the damage, then.

[Spam] It won't show up. D: Is it the R symbol one?

[peektuttut]

[It's absolutely IC spam and THEY NEED TO PLAY TENNIS. IDK HOW TIM FAILS SO HARD AT THAT. Plus, Cissie back in that skirt would bring the world to new heights.

Yeah. So Tim just smiles crookedly, grabs an arrow and pulls back, aiming for the bullseye. He. Doesn't get it, he hits two rings outside it, but that's not too terrible.]

[Spam] BAH, it totally is! :( How RUDE.

[cisskabob]

[Poor Tim, defeated by tennis! THIS WILL HAVE TO HAPPEN. Cissie in a tennis skirt and Tim in tennis shorts? NOTHING CAN BE WRONG WITH THAT. Until the magic booze shows up. Imeanwhat. They can play baseball for Tim's revenge, though.

That's not terrible at all! Cissie's pretty impressed.]

Nice!

[Now her turn. It's been a few days and she feels rusty, but you know. When your mother thinks teaching you to shoot is more important than teaching you to walk, it's kind of second nature. Also, it relaxes and calms her. Her arrow hits in the bulleye, but not dead center. She makes a face and shrugs.]

[Spam] SO rude. :|

[peektuttut]

[THEY WILL PLAY TENNIS. oh God magic booze. The barge will screw them over hard. YES. BASEBALL. Tim makes old hardened aliens run in baseball. He is so wearing red and green that day.]

Thanks. [Tim is SNORTING at her face with that shot. Oh, Cissie.] Little off today? [TEASING.]

[Spam]

[cisskabob]

[TENNIS AND BASEBALL, THEIR MORTAL ENEMIES. They must hate us so much. But not as much as they will when the magic booze appears. Oh barge. This is true, he does. And Cissie... breaks bats. Which is hard to do, actually! :\ They can be the team colors.

And oh Tim, Cissie just backhanded your arm for that. But she's smiling anyway.] I think I deserve a bit of a handicap this week, don't you?

[Spam]

[peektuttut]

[They are just that bad ass. And there will be eventual loathing when the barge fucks them over like that, but who doesn't like a little loathing. ...Cissie is clearly a bamf.]

Just a little. [He grins, shaking out his arm before grabbing another arrow and pulling a string back. When he releases, the arrows a little closer to center, this time.]