[ tim doesn't know what to expect - what his marching orders will be - but the creak of the wood behind him sends a ripple of sparks up his spine. makes him sit straighter, back arched, fingers curling against his thighs for control. he wants him - he wants him terribly, and he tries to obey the best he can.
lock the door.
it's true that he's wanted this for a long time, but also true that he'd come here in an excited frenzy, buzzing with worry and curiosity. now, though - the temperature of the room has changed, his sweater somehow feeling impossibly warm. but he listens, gives a little nod. ]
Yes, Mr. Fuller.
[ a good boy with nothing but obedience built into him after many, many nights of screens and requests. slowly he rises, moves to lock the door but doesn't make eye contact with hawk, not yet. he returns to his seat, shifting a little to lay the paper out, to press his palms to the surface like he'd been old. ]
Five, sir?
[ he takes in a deep breath, then begins to read. it's slow, meticulous, carefully forming the words with a practiced elegance. he wants to look back - wants to see where hawk is, what he's doing, where his hands are. but he doesn't, continues to read and read and read... ]
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lock the door.
it's true that he's wanted this for a long time, but also true that he'd come here in an excited frenzy, buzzing with worry and curiosity. now, though - the temperature of the room has changed, his sweater somehow feeling impossibly warm. but he listens, gives a little nod. ]
Yes, Mr. Fuller.
[ a good boy with nothing but obedience built into him after many, many nights of screens and requests. slowly he rises, moves to lock the door but doesn't make eye contact with hawk, not yet. he returns to his seat, shifting a little to lay the paper out, to press his palms to the surface like he'd been old. ]
Five, sir?
[ he takes in a deep breath, then begins to read. it's slow, meticulous, carefully forming the words with a practiced elegance. he wants to look back - wants to see where hawk is, what he's doing, where his hands are. but he doesn't, continues to read and read and read... ]