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[forallthoseweary]

“Gotcha. I’ll— Try my best with that. I should probably bring these to Mr. Sims. He didn’t seem very patient with me to begin with.”

He offers Tim another wry smile.

“I’ll see you around then.”

HEY TIM. There’s a kid at the end of the hall. Well, not a KID kid, a teen, but you get it. He has an institute lanyard for some reason? The lanyard reads “William L. Wood.”

— @forallthoseweary (HIHIHI IVE BEEN WAITING FOR AN ACTUAL TIM RP BLOG OUTSIDE OF MY OWN FOR?? FOREVER?? hope you dont mind me shoving my sona here..... i see them as brothers but awawaw intro post has more specifications (ithink) if you want em!!!!!!)

(HIIIII I LOVE SONAS BRO IM SO EXCITED TO INTERACT W/ THEM)

Tim walks down the hall listening to some catchy music before pausing at the sight of…a teenager? hm. That..that’s new. He pauses the music, takes his headphones off and approaches them.

" hey…uh… you’re not supposed to be back here, kiddo. you lost or somethin? "

[forallthoseweary]

“Hm. Yeah, that’s— Faulty. I’m no good with remembering numbers. I’ll try n’ keep it in mind though. Makes a bit more sense.”

He sighs again, rubbing his temple with a hand he had freed by holding all the files under his arm.

“..Issss there anything else I should know?”

HEY TIM. There’s a kid at the end of the hall. Well, not a KID kid, a teen, but you get it. He has an institute lanyard for some reason? The lanyard reads “William L. Wood.”

— @forallthoseweary (HIHIHI IVE BEEN WAITING FOR AN ACTUAL TIM RP BLOG OUTSIDE OF MY OWN FOR?? FOREVER?? hope you dont mind me shoving my sona here..... i see them as brothers but awawaw intro post has more specifications (ithink) if you want em!!!!!!)

(HIIIII I LOVE SONAS BRO IM SO EXCITED TO INTERACT W/ THEM)

Tim walks down the hall listening to some catchy music before pausing at the sight of…a teenager? hm. That..that’s new. He pauses the music, takes his headphones off and approaches them.

" hey…uh… you’re not supposed to be back here, kiddo. you lost or somethin? "

[forallthoseweary]

“Not entirely. I have a vague idea but nothing concrete. Mr. Sims keeps trying to explain but it all gets jumbled together real fast when he’s just listing off numbers. Here, uh—”

He hands Tim one of the files off the top.

“Mind explaining? Dumb it down for me?”

HEY TIM. There’s a kid at the end of the hall. Well, not a KID kid, a teen, but you get it. He has an institute lanyard for some reason? The lanyard reads “William L. Wood.”

— @forallthoseweary (HIHIHI IVE BEEN WAITING FOR AN ACTUAL TIM RP BLOG OUTSIDE OF MY OWN FOR?? FOREVER?? hope you dont mind me shoving my sona here..... i see them as brothers but awawaw intro post has more specifications (ithink) if you want em!!!!!!)

(HIIIII I LOVE SONAS BRO IM SO EXCITED TO INTERACT W/ THEM)

Tim walks down the hall listening to some catchy music before pausing at the sight of…a teenager? hm. That..that’s new. He pauses the music, takes his headphones off and approaches them.

" hey…uh… you’re not supposed to be back here, kiddo. you lost or somethin? "

[forallthoseweary]

“Oh, just cases. Picked them up from Sasha not too long ago. Or, uh, Ms. James? She didn’t seem to mind that I called her by her first name. Not too sure on what exactly this all is.”

HEY TIM. There’s a kid at the end of the hall. Well, not a KID kid, a teen, but you get it. He has an institute lanyard for some reason? The lanyard reads “William L. Wood.”

— @forallthoseweary (HIHIHI IVE BEEN WAITING FOR AN ACTUAL TIM RP BLOG OUTSIDE OF MY OWN FOR?? FOREVER?? hope you dont mind me shoving my sona here..... i see them as brothers but awawaw intro post has more specifications (ithink) if you want em!!!!!!)

(HIIIII I LOVE SONAS BRO IM SO EXCITED TO INTERACT W/ THEM)

Tim walks down the hall listening to some catchy music before pausing at the sight of…a teenager? hm. That..that’s new. He pauses the music, takes his headphones off and approaches them.

" hey…uh… you’re not supposed to be back here, kiddo. you lost or somethin? "

[forallthoseweary]

“I mean— Depends? Can you deal with Mr. Sims at all? He keeps trying to lecture me on stuff outside of what I’m s’posed to be doing and it’s getting real tiring.”

He sighs a bit heavily after he speaks, shifting the files in his hold.

HEY TIM. There’s a kid at the end of the hall. Well, not a KID kid, a teen, but you get it. He has an institute lanyard for some reason? The lanyard reads “William L. Wood.”

— @forallthoseweary (HIHIHI IVE BEEN WAITING FOR AN ACTUAL TIM RP BLOG OUTSIDE OF MY OWN FOR?? FOREVER?? hope you dont mind me shoving my sona here..... i see them as brothers but awawaw intro post has more specifications (ithink) if you want em!!!!!!)

(HIIIII I LOVE SONAS BRO IM SO EXCITED TO INTERACT W/ THEM)

Tim walks down the hall listening to some catchy music before pausing at the sight of…a teenager? hm. That..that’s new. He pauses the music, takes his headphones off and approaches them.

" hey…uh… you’re not supposed to be back here, kiddo. you lost or somethin? "

[forallthoseweary]

“I— Does that even make sense?”

He mumbles that before shaking Tim’s hand, smiling.

“William. Or just Will, honestly. I go by Will more often than not. Nice to meet you, Tim!”

HEY TIM. There’s a kid at the end of the hall. Well, not a KID kid, a teen, but you get it. He has an institute lanyard for some reason? The lanyard reads “William L. Wood.”

— @forallthoseweary (HIHIHI IVE BEEN WAITING FOR AN ACTUAL TIM RP BLOG OUTSIDE OF MY OWN FOR?? FOREVER?? hope you dont mind me shoving my sona here..... i see them as brothers but awawaw intro post has more specifications (ithink) if you want em!!!!!!)

(HIIIII I LOVE SONAS BRO IM SO EXCITED TO INTERACT W/ THEM)

Tim walks down the hall listening to some catchy music before pausing at the sight of…a teenager? hm. That..that’s new. He pauses the music, takes his headphones off and approaches them.

" hey…uh… you’re not supposed to be back here, kiddo. you lost or somethin? "

[forallthoseweary]

“Huh? Ah, uh, no, I’m not.”

He gestures in the vague direction of down with his chin, his arm currently full of files.

“Is this a common thing with Elias? Not warning staff when they’ll be getting a new person? I’m going to assume it is because otherwise you’d know I’m the new intern. Fetching files for Mr. Sims at the moment.”

HEY TIM. There’s a kid at the end of the hall. Well, not a KID kid, a teen, but you get it. He has an institute lanyard for some reason? The lanyard reads “William L. Wood.”

— @forallthoseweary (HIHIHI IVE BEEN WAITING FOR AN ACTUAL TIM RP BLOG OUTSIDE OF MY OWN FOR?? FOREVER?? hope you dont mind me shoving my sona here..... i see them as brothers but awawaw intro post has more specifications (ithink) if you want em!!!!!!)

(HIIIII I LOVE SONAS BRO IM SO EXCITED TO INTERACT W/ THEM)

Tim walks down the hall listening to some catchy music before pausing at the sight of…a teenager? hm. That..that’s new. He pauses the music, takes his headphones off and approaches them.

" hey…uh… you’re not supposed to be back here, kiddo. you lost or somethin? "

[forallthoseweary]

“You— Weren’t expecting anything? Really? That’s just upsetting if I’m being honest with you. I’m sorry that your expectations are set so low, uh— That’s not a thing exclusive to me? Right? Like, I didn’t do anything to cause that?”

Will trudges back in, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He’s still wrapped in a blanket, but his arms poke out from underneath. He’s hands the Manager a “card” of sorts.

“Happy Father’s Day, Mx. I know, I know, I’m a little late, but, I sort’ve forgot it was today if I’m being honest?”

The card holds a drawing of the Manager. It’s a pencil sketch and looks rushed, but otherwise it’s pretty neat.

— @forallthoseweary

“Oh, thank you Will!

“And don’t worry, I only learned it existed a couple minutes ago, so you’re completely fine!”

[forallthoseweary]

“Oh, that’s good then. I just— Didn’t want to seem like I’d ignored you or anything.”

Will trudges back in, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He’s still wrapped in a blanket, but his arms poke out from underneath. He’s hands the Manager a “card” of sorts.

“Happy Father’s Day, Mx. I know, I know, I’m a little late, but, I sort’ve forgot it was today if I’m being honest?”

The card holds a drawing of the Manager. It’s a pencil sketch and looks rushed, but otherwise it’s pretty neat.

— @forallthoseweary

“Oh, thank you Will!

“And don’t worry, I only learned it existed a couple minutes ago, so you’re completely fine!”

[forallthoseweary]

“Got it! I might need you to write all that down for me, but thank you. A lot. And I should have a good spot on my upper arm. There— There isn’t much that attacked there. Thank you.”

“Ah, uh, Mx. Manager? Doooo you have any bandages? My scars are sort’ve— Aching. Really bad.”

He holds up his palms, revealing some serious chemical burns. He’s fine.

- @forallthoseweary

“Oh my goodness! What ever happened? Here, you need to see Daisy for those!”

*The took his hand and started leading him to the infirmary.*

[forallthoseweary]

“No, I haven’t— Been on it yet? Died before I got the chance.”

“Ah, uh, Mx. Manager? Doooo you have any bandages? My scars are sort’ve— Aching. Really bad.”

He holds up his palms, revealing some serious chemical burns. He’s fine.

- @forallthoseweary

“Oh my goodness! What ever happened? Here, you need to see Daisy for those!”

*The took his hand and started leading him to the infirmary.*

[forallthoseweary]

“Testosterone! And, uh, preferably not the shots? The gel should be fine.”

He follows, clearly a bit hesitant.

“Ah, uh, Mx. Manager? Doooo you have any bandages? My scars are sort’ve— Aching. Really bad.”

He holds up his palms, revealing some serious chemical burns. He’s fine.

- @forallthoseweary

“Oh my goodness! What ever happened? Here, you need to see Daisy for those!”

*The took his hand and started leading him to the infirmary.*

[forallthoseweary]

“Sorry, I just— Didn’t want to assume I’d be out? And I’ve been made to watch worse, so, I’ve grown to expect it.”

“That’d be fine! I’m probably gonna be used to things taking longer to get results. And, uh, speaking of taking long for results, dooooo you have access to hrt here—?”

“Ah, uh, Mx. Manager? Doooo you have any bandages? My scars are sort’ve— Aching. Really bad.”

He holds up his palms, revealing some serious chemical burns. He’s fine.

- @forallthoseweary

“Oh my goodness! What ever happened? Here, you need to see Daisy for those!”

*The took his hand and started leading him to the infirmary.*

[forallthoseweary]

“Right, uh— Y’know, for a guy who literally collected information on and watched others fears, I forget I have my own! Surgeries being the main one. So, if that is really the best option and we don’t have, say, a magical way of resolving it, I’d— Prefer to be out in the process. Once I make that choice to begin with, of course. I can deal with it just fine for now.”

“Ah, uh, Mx. Manager? Doooo you have any bandages? My scars are sort’ve— Aching. Really bad.”

He holds up his palms, revealing some serious chemical burns. He’s fine.

- @forallthoseweary

“Oh my goodness! What ever happened? Here, you need to see Daisy for those!”

*The took his hand and started leading him to the infirmary.*

[forallthoseweary]

“Yeah, I— I figured. A cane would be nice. I had one before everything went to shit, actually. I had decorated it and everything. And I don’t believe I know what that is. Care to explain?”

“Ah, uh, Mx. Manager? Doooo you have any bandages? My scars are sort’ve— Aching. Really bad.”

He holds up his palms, revealing some serious chemical burns. He’s fine.

- @forallthoseweary

“Oh my goodness! What ever happened? Here, you need to see Daisy for those!”

*The took his hand and started leading him to the infirmary.*

[forallthoseweary]

He nods along, listening the best he can. He doesn’t take any of the stuff she has, solely because he doesn’t wanna do anything without further instruction.

“Got it. And I have trouble moving my limbs most days. But, that’s, uh— Long term side effect of the Lonely. Stiff limbs. They lock up sometimes, but as of late, so long as I’m warm enough, I can get around. Jus’ hurts.”

“Ah, uh, Mx. Manager? Doooo you have any bandages? My scars are sort’ve— Aching. Really bad.”

He holds up his palms, revealing some serious chemical burns. He’s fine.

- @forallthoseweary

“Oh my goodness! What ever happened? Here, you need to see Daisy for those!”

*The took his hand and started leading him to the infirmary.*

[forallthoseweary]

“Uh, both. Definitely both. It mostly just, well, burns. But that’s a given, huh?”

He holds them out, making sure to hold them steady.

“Ah, uh, Mx. Manager? Doooo you have any bandages? My scars are sort’ve— Aching. Really bad.”

He holds up his palms, revealing some serious chemical burns. He’s fine.

- @forallthoseweary

“Oh my goodness! What ever happened? Here, you need to see Daisy for those!”

*The took his hand and started leading him to the infirmary.*