WIP excerpt behind the cut for Derpsheep; obligatory sugar baby Kon.
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Kon laughs sheepishly, shakes his head, and then leans down and presses a kiss against the corner of his mouth. Tim boils alive. Like. Just a little. Then Kon straightens back up and gives him another grin before looking back down to the bag and digging into it. He comes up with the chocolates first, since they’re what Tim put on top, and grins wider again at the sight of them.
“Dude, how much are you paying in shipping?” he asks with a laugh, shaking his head again.
“Not that much,” Tim lies. It wouldn’t have been that bad if he hadn’t sprung for expedited, so he figures that counts as true. Like, arguably. From a certain point of view or whatever.
Look, he’s spent more on less important things.
Kon laughs again, then puts the chocolates in his coat pocket and pulls out the jewelry box, inspecting it curiously before flipping it open.
“Oh, sick,” he says, looking delighted, which makes Tim feel as good as nailing a landing on the edge of a skyscraper, and then frowns again. “But how much was–”
“You can’t tell me not to buy you things anymore,” Tim interrupts him as politely as he can. Kon pauses, then flushes again and ducks his head a little, smiling helplessly.
“Okay,” he says, then bites his lip and stares down at the bag. “Um . . .”
“Yes?” Tim asks.
“I can kinda, uh . . .” Kon trails off, then looks embarrassed. “I mean, it feels like . . .”
Right, Tim thinks. TTK probably does take away some of the element of surprise from unwrapping presents.
“It’s fine if you don’t like it,” he says. “I just found, well . . . an option that wouldn’t wilt over dinner.”
Kon looks very embarrassed.
“You really didn’t have to,” he says, a little stilted. “I mean–you already . . .”
Tim tilts his head. Patiently puts on what he’s decided to make his “you can’t tell me not to buy you things anymore” face.
Kon turns red again, then pockets the jewelry box with the chocolates before pulling out the last gift to look at too. He opens the box gingerly, and stares into it for a long moment before taking the actual gift out.
Tim really hopes he likes it.
“You really didn’t have to,” Kon repeats as he turns it by the stem, his face still all flushed and his eyes and voice both just barely soft.
It’s a slender little branch of blue orchids, all shiny and pretty. The company that makes them lacquers real flowers and then accents them in gold. So it’s still obviously an actual flower with the petals all visible under the lacquer, but the stems are gold-plated and the petals are edged in more gold, and the flowers themselves are preserved by the lacquer, so . . . yeah.
He could’ve waited for the cul-de-sac and just started giving Kon fresh flowers like he’d originally planned, Tim guesses, but he’d stumbled across the site while looking for gift ideas and kinda just . . . gone from there, pretty much. He’d actually seen roses first, but the orchids had felt a little more . . . creative, maybe? And likelier to be to Kon’s tastes, given how obviously fondly he remembers Hawaii–and misses it, maybe, though that might be assuming a little much on Tim’s part.
Even if it, unfortunately, doesn't miss him.
It’s just . . . a hypothesis, really, that Kon misses Hawaii. Just going by certain things Kon’s been willing to say and show in front of Tim Drake, and hasn’t been willing to say or show in front of Robin or the team.
So when Tim had seen the orchids, well . . .
Blue orchids are a rarer color, apparently, and he’d just thought–well, Kon’s eyes are blue, and so is a significant percentage of his suit. And so is, obviously, the sky he flies in, and the water he might miss. And blue orchids are supposed to be symbols of rarity and uniqueness, so, uh–maybe it’s a bit much, but he’d just thought . . .
Kon clearly wants to be seen as someone unique and individual, and clearly deserves to be, so . . . yeah. Well.
It’d just fit, he’d thought.
They’re supposed to represent sincerity, too, but that’s a whole other thing.
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