3551/I've got Troubles Al
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| I've got Troubles Al | |
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| Date of Scene: | 02 January 2018 |
| Location: | Gotham City |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Red Robin, Alfred Pennyworth
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- Red Robin has posed:
he is otherwise silent. Quiet stocking clad feet. wet hair. Loose t-shirt. Hands show marks where they were taped earlier. Tim has been hitting the training hard here lately, even forgetting to eat now and then, which is unlike him. not like today though. Today, Tim was a fiend in the gym. He hit hard. Something lit a fire in him, which is saying something. He's normally driven, but today, something was different.
Tim's little kitten gave him away. 'Grace' he calls the little gray mongrel thing. She arrived under nourished, the silent runt of a roadkill cat. In the last week, he has poured some money into her. she is fixed, has had shots, and is loved.
Tim dotes on her. she is riding his shoulder like a little princess. The only person she likes almost as much as Tim, is Alfred. She lets out a little mew of feline delight as Tim pads in.
He looks rough. The day caught up with him, as did a long, sleep-deprived day and night. "Hello, Alfred. Do you mind if I raid the refrigerator for some leftovers?"
Shame. That's what Alfred's keen body language skills detect. It only took this long, as it is a rare feeling to come creeping off this lad.
- Alfred Pennyworth has posed:
Alfred chops away silently at a set of vegetables on the cutting board prepping for the next mornings breakfast already. His hands glide across the cutting board with grace, finely slicing and dicing.
There's not even a moments pause in his motions as Tim enters the kitchen, simply shoveling the finely diced vegetables into a pot, crafting a fine stock for the next morning. The golden liquid inside the pot wafts a welcoming aroma all throughout the kitchen warning of the meal prep in progress.
"So long as you go easier on my fridge then you did on the punching bag, in your little late night raid." More vegetables chopped into a fine paste for the stock as he flicks the knife around his fingers before placing it into warm water waiting in the sink for a quick rinse and clean by hand. "And assuming you're willing to spare a few moments for an old man."
The knife coming out from the water practically spotless before being thrown across the room into its holder, barely missing Tim as it slots into place with care. "Assuming of course you have time for an old busybody."
- Alfred Pennyworth has posed:
Alfred chops away silently at a set of vegetables on the cutting board prepping for the next mornings breakfast already. His hands glide across the cutting board with grace, finely slicing and dicing.
There's not even a moments pause in his motions as Tim enters the kitchen, simply shoveling the finely diced vegetables into a pot, crafting a fine stock for the next morning. The golden liquid inside the pot wafts a welcoming aroma all throughout the kitchen warning of the meal prep in progress.
"So long as you go easier on my fridge then you did on the punching bag, in your little late night raid." More vegetables chopped into a fine paste for the stock as he flicks the knife around his fingers before placing it into warm water waiting in the sink for a quick rinse and clean by hand. "And assuming you're willing to spare a few moments for an old man."
The knife coming out from the water practically spotless before being thrown across the room into its holder, barely missing Tim as it slots into place with care. "Assuming of course you have time for an old busybody."
- Red Robin has posed:
"Spare time for you, Alfred?" Tim asks with a smile. "I would make time for you. If I... " He trails off. That isn't a good sign, and Tim mechanically goes over to the refrigerator.
He pops open the fridge. Both he and the kitten lean into it to look around. Alfred already knows what will happen. He'll sigh, rummage, sigh again, and he'll look at what Alfred is chopping up, then look back into the refrigerator.
After Tim does just that, the surprise is that Tim only comes out with an apple. That cannot be good. He's upset.
Shutting the fridge neatly, the young man silently goes over to the little pantry, and shakes out a few little kitten treats out into his hand. The kitten bumps her head to his temple as he turns to look at Alfred. He feeds them to the kitten by hand. "Is there anything I can do to help, Alfred?"
- Red Robin has posed:
Tim Drake says, "I was just suppossed to suss out Shiva asked me if i would trade my life for Dick's."
- Red Robin has posed:
"Spare time for you, Alfred?" Tim asks with a smile. "I would make time for you. If I... " He trails off. That isn't a good sign, and Tim mechanically goes over to the refrigerator.
He pops open the fridge. Both he and the kitten lean into it to look around. Alfred already knows what will happen. He'll sigh, rummage, sigh again, and he'll look at what Alfred is chopping up, then look back into the refrigerator.
After Tim does just that, the surprise is that Tim only comes out with an apple. That cannot be good. He's upset.
Shutting the fridge neatly, the young man silently goes over to the little pantry, and shakes out a few little kitten treats out into his hand. The kitten bumps her head to his temple as he turns to look at Alfred. He feeds them to the kitten by hand. "Is there anything I can do to help, Alfred?"
- Alfred Pennyworth has posed:
A fresh knife comes out quickly and effortlessly beginning the process of deboning a chicken. All it takes is three precision slices and the meat falls right off of the bone into a small pile on the cutting board. His attention the entire time remains partially divided to focus on the young boy, it all too obvious the source of the problem at hand. Bits of bone are slid into the stock while the actual meat is placed into a small bag for later use.
"You can help me by saying what's on your mind." Alfred starts slowly undoing the knot of his apron. One quick motion is all it takes to set it back onto a small hook nearby as he reaches a hand to one side grabbing out a stack of cookies from the nearby jar.
"I can spot a bad mood a mile off the coast." As he sets down the cookies right next to Tim, sliding them with a gloved hand towards the boy wordlessly informing him that he'll be partaking in at least one of the confectionery delights.
"Bottling up ones emotions in the back of the mind I find rarely eases a situation" As he leans back against the kitchen cabinets full attention now on Tim Drake. "If anything it simply creates a pressure cooker ready to burst."
- Red Robin has posed:
"I made a mess of everything, Alfred." Tim Drake answers without batting an eye. he regards the older man with a soft sigh as he owns up to his mistakes. Tim hates making mistakes, just like everyone else.
"With one sentence, I undid years of effort, Alfred." Tim replies morosely. "Bruce has been giving me a little longer leash. He's been testing me more like he does Dick and Barbara and less like he does Damian. I was developing a niche, starting to handle some of intelligence liaison work. I ruined it with one sentence, Alfred." Tim settles into a chair and leans up to pet the little kitten under her chin. She has keen eyes, just turning from blue towards feline yellow. She rests her forehead against his temple and purrs loudly. He feeds her another treat.
"i was merely getting a read on her. She asked me a question-- would i trade my life for Dick's. She was my teacher, so I answered, but I said I had promised both Dick and Bruce I would not offer to do so." Tim tilts his head at that. "So, well, at least apparently Dick can get out of the duel?" he flashes a little self-mocking, crooked smile.
"So, I guess I better train a little harder, huh?" He moves to put the kitten on the floor, with treats. He walks over to wash up the apple.
" I even met a girl just a couple of days ago. She is smart, and gorgeous, and an Avenger, and just a little older. I was getting everything in order. Then I just answered a question. There is a life lesson in that."
- Alfred Pennyworth has posed:
Alfred silently waits with his hands down to either side as he leans up against the counter top looking down towards Tim with an understanding expression. He doesn't interrupt once merely setting back and providing an ear to speak to.
"Life doesn't always appeal to our schedule. Even when we make all the right choices it can still come around with a right hook you didn't expect." Alfred moves to place a single hand onto Tims shoulder. "When life knocks you down it's not about how you fell, or why you fell, it's about standing back up, and getting back onto the horse." He pauses to pat the young boys shoulder. "Because no mater how many times life knocks us down, we still get back up on the horse, and carry on riding. Even if we need a group of friends to help prop us back up on the horse."
- Red Robin has posed:
"I dislike horses." Tim quips. His blue eyes have a subdued twinkle of humor to them. He does not shy from the touch, merely frowning. "I'm trying to climb back up, Alfred. I'll just train harder. it's all I can do. I was wanting to get better anyways." He spares the older man a little almost impish grin. "It's okay, because it has to be. You are right. Life isn't fair."
"So how do I tell this amazing woman that I promised a meal to that I cannot follow through, because i might have inadvertently taken my older brother's place in a duel to the death with the woman who taught me the lion's share of how I fight?" he tilts his left brow and purses his lips.
His attempt at levity sort of fails. "It it comes to that, Alfred. No regrets, okay?" he reaches a hand up to squeeze the older man's hand. "Don't worry. I'll get better." He leaves the apple by the sink. Alfred likely saw that coming. he's hungry, but nothing appeals to him. He leans down to pick up the kitten and put her back on his shoulder. "I'm very motivated."
- Alfred Pennyworth has posed:
"One would assume the words 'I volunteered myself for a cage match fight to the death, can we do this another time' may suffice." He pauses for a moment realizing his subtle hinting that cookies may be a good idea has been lost on the youth, and places them back into the cookie jar. "Failing that you could always try stammering for a few moments. Worked wonders for me."
- Red Robin has posed:
"Alfred, just don't be disappointed in me if I do something stupid before it happens, okay? I've been really careful with girls, I've avoided risky behavior." Tim is quietly suggesting to Alfred that he maybe has not been around the block yet.
"I just don't want you to think any less of me. Your opinion, along with a couple of others means a great deal to me." He pats the hand, and murmurs, "I'll put the cat up. maybe I should go back downstairs for a little bit, it can't hurt can it?"