"I've played fetch with Krypto like a kajillion times this week. It's gotten to the point where I'm the one begging to play with him instead of vice versa. He's sick of me."
Kon landed on the ground in front of her.
"I'm booored." He put a hand on Tim's shoulder, and with mock seriousness, like a doctor delivering a horrible prognosis, he said, "And it's terminal, Rob. Terminal boredom. The only cure is punching weirdos with my weirdo best friend in his weirdo city."
Then realizing that calling his friend a weirdo and dissing her city in the same sentence probably wasn't as endearing as he initially thought it was, he said, "Don't make me beg. I'll do it. Here, look, I'm doing it."
He let go of Tim's shoulder to clasp his hands together and beg.
"Pleeeaaaase?"
Yes, there was pouting. Please, Tim, save him from his affliction by pointing him at morons to punch.
I figure Tim prefers "he" while she's in costume, but let me know if I should fix it
Kon landed on the ground in front of her.
"I'm booored." He put a hand on Tim's shoulder, and with mock seriousness, like a doctor delivering a horrible prognosis, he said, "And it's terminal, Rob. Terminal boredom. The only cure is punching weirdos with my weirdo best friend in his weirdo city."
Then realizing that calling his friend a weirdo and dissing her city in the same sentence probably wasn't as endearing as he initially thought it was, he said, "Don't make me beg. I'll do it. Here, look, I'm doing it."
He let go of Tim's shoulder to clasp his hands together and beg.
"Pleeeaaaase?"
Yes, there was pouting. Please, Tim, save him from his affliction by pointing him at morons to punch.