[ It's nearly 4, honestly, but that's good enough for morning. Tim slinks into the residence in a hoodie with the hood up to cover up a bedhead. Coffee cup already in hand as he rummages in the freezer. The carriage house is out of food, and the tower is arguably closer than any of the stores that reliably have food and has a better chance of having food that Tim likes at any given time.
Case in point, he has scored a burrito. The good counter spot's taken, so Tim will sit at the breakfast bar to eat with a grunting nod in Damian's direction. ]
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Case in point, he has scored a burrito. The good counter spot's taken, so Tim will sit at the breakfast bar to eat with a grunting nod in Damian's direction. ]