[Voice]

[kryptonianclone]

Hello Siren's Port, how are you today this fine morning?

For those of you who know Tim Drake, it's his birthday, so go spam his phone with well wishes, happy message, etc etc, that sort of thing. He's 18, by the way.

Happy birthday, buddy. Don't say I never did anything for you. [He's just teasing.]

[OOC: Backdated to early in the morning of the 19th because I was sick and sleeping most of the day, sob.]

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[kryptonianclone]

[Conner gives a soft smile.] Just in case anyone leaves, so you have a way to remember what they look like. You have to keep on putting people in there if you meet anyone new, okay? [There might also be like 5 pages of just pictures of Conner. Just in case. No, it has nothing to do with his ego, nope.]

[theshortestbird]

This is the best present I've ever gotten. [That part makes the smile come back.]

You're sure there are enough pictures of you in this thing? [His grin widens as he looks up, biting on his lower lip to keep from laughing outright.]

[kryptonianclone]

I dunno, think I need to take some more? [Jokes.] It took me awhile to get Krypto to hold still for some of them.

[Hesitates.] You... mind if I ask you something that might sound kind of weird?

[theshortestbird]

I don't think anymore could fit. [He turns the page, touching a picture of Krypto with a smile, before looking back up at Conner with a questioningly tilt of his head.]

Sure, what is it?

[kryptonianclone]

Uhm... You... remember when you got sick that one time...? And you were at the base, and I came and got you? You still don't remember what happened then?

[theshortestbird]

I was pretty delirious at the time. [He shakes his head.] Not really. It's all kind of a blur, still. Why?

[kryptonianclone]

I kissed you.

[theshortestbird]

[Oh. Well. That's something he would have really appreciated remembering, but he closes the book, looking down and hoping that the blush he feels on his face isn't as red as it feels.]

Why did you do that?

[kryptonianclone]

Because...

[Okay, Conner. This is not the time to chicken out now. Just tell him. Say it.]

[theshortestbird]

[It took him a minute to realize he was holding his breath.]

...Because...?

[kryptonianclone]

Because I love you.

[theshortestbird]

[Oh.

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<small>[Oh. <i.>Oh</i>. Well. The brief moment of surprise is quickly bowled over by a moment of panic, a fear that grips him and turns him rigid. He's <i>scared</i>. An actual fear that he's felt before. Felt many times before, in fact, and he recalls the conversation he had with Blaine.

<i>Why don't you do something about it?

What if he dies again?</i>]</small>

I... <small>[He trails off for a moment.]</small> When did you... how recent is this?

[kryptonianclone]

The fireworks.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO STUPID HTML NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[theshortestbird]

[That was oddly specific.]

The fireworks. [Okay. Okay.]

I. Don't... know what to say. [Chewing his bottom lip, his eyes darted to the side.]

...Why?

[kryptonianclone]

[This is not going how he hoped it would, crap. Okay, just back off and play it cool.

He shrugs.] Because you're amazing? [He could go into a looooot more reasons but that would take awhile and might make things a lot more awkward.]

[theshortestbird]

[He's just so nervous. It might be something he's thought about, but he needs to be sure about a few things.]

This isn't because of... what happened, before? I don't want to put you in a position that you feel like you can't make your own choice with.

[He hesitates.] I don't want to force you to say or do something you're not comfortable with. I care about you too much for that.

[kryptonianclone]

No. [Firmly.] This is definitely my own choice.

[theshortestbird]

[It's then that he can finally relax a little bit, looking up and giving him a small, slightly crooked smile.]

Okay. What's the next step, then?

[kryptonianclone]

Uh... What... do you want to do...?

[theshortestbird]

...Maybe eat some more cake? [What else were they supposed to do now?]