Dick: *eats Danny's Food*

Dick: *eats Danny's food*

Danny: "ACAB!"

Dick: "I said I was sorry!"

Danny: "That doesn't bring back my pudding, jerk!"

I want to draw...

...I don't know how to draw

Why didn't I do this before?

Danny: *introduces a spicy piece of lore that others would call trauma (not to be confused with ✨trauma✨)*

Dick, wondering what the hell happened to the sunshine incarnate before he showed up on his apartment: Say sike. Say sike right the fuck now."

Danny 'I'm not a therapist, that's my sister Fenton': "Um...sike?"

Dick '21 is too young for grey hairs!' Grayson: "There isn't nearly enough alcohol-!"

Tim, watching this all go down from Drake Manor via security cameras he had Danny put up: Is this...a best friend?

Danny: *trauma dumps like he's talking about the weather*

Constantine: "Say sike. Say sike right the fuck now."

Danny: "Um....sike?"

Constantine, forgoing his flask in favor of a bottle of vodka: "There isn't nearly enough alcohol-!"

rb to give the previous person a fucking break because life aint life-ing the way its supposed to life and it fucking sucks.

I'm at a credentialed entrance. Everyone has to have one of 5 credentials to come down here today. This is roughly the exact conversation I just had with two kids. (It's a sloped tunnel and they're on scooters)

"Do you have credentials?"

"Can we go down there?"

"Nope."

"Why?"

"Because you need credentials."

"What's going on?"

"There's an event here tomorrow, so they're loading it in."

"Oh. Can we just ride down the slope? Go look at the set up?"

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Because you need credentials."

"Where do we get credentials?"

"The white tent over there had a list of names. They all get credentials."

*someone walks by* "Well, why does she get to go in?"

"Because she has credentials."

"What's the event? Is it a rave."

"Nope; Skateboarding."

"Can we go ride the track?"

"Nope. Ya need credentials."

"Is Tony Hawk gonna be here?"

"Probably." It's his event.

"Well, my dad owns the venue. Can I go in?"

"You need credentials."

"My dad's Tony Hawk."

"I don't care. You need credentials."

"My dad owns this lot."

"You need credentials."

"Can we get in tomorrow?"

"With a ticket, yes."

"Do the tickets cost money?"

"Probably."

"We're gonna go get our credentials."

And that was the last I saw them. 20 minutes ago.

There was an emergency call off at work, so instead of calling someone much closer, I got called in!

On one hand, I would've liked more notice than "from now to 5". On the other hand, the money is good (our highest paying venue).

So, I work a double today from when I get there to 5 before moving to the theatre from 5:30 to 9 (or whenever I'm let off)

Whatever. Manager C gets car makeup. It looks horrible, but mom managed to hit almost ever bump

Update: I just checked to see what was going on. I get to work for Tony Hawk today!