The pinprick of ice that seeps into his bloodsteam is as good an indication as any.
"Yeah, I know," Tim says sourly, setting the box on the table and unpacking it with willful emphasis. He has committed to this, and fuck if he's gonna apologize for it if it turns out to work. He's out of ideas. He's betting Jay is out of ideas.
So. Ouija board it is.
"You got any better ideas?" he fires over his shoulder into the seemingly empty space. "Would you rather Asmodia come babysit every time you want something to do?"
Maybe he's feeling a little bit defensive.
Maybe slightly defensive, and slightly dumb.
Whatever. If it works, it's worth it.
He sets the planchette on top of the board, some cheap thing with either not enough effort put into the ~spooky looping letters or not enough - Tim can't really decide. After a moment's hesitation in which he feels even goddamn stupider, he flicks off the lights, which doesn't do much to decrease the room's lighting or make the room feel any more spiritual or mystical or whatever bullshit, but Tim doesn't have any candles.
"Wanna at least try?" he tentatively launches into the ether, and reluctantly puts one hand on top of the planchette.
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"Yeah, I know," Tim says sourly, setting the box on the table and unpacking it with willful emphasis. He has committed to this, and fuck if he's gonna apologize for it if it turns out to work. He's out of ideas. He's betting Jay is out of ideas.
So. Ouija board it is.
"You got any better ideas?" he fires over his shoulder into the seemingly empty space. "Would you rather Asmodia come babysit every time you want something to do?"
Maybe he's feeling a little bit defensive.
Maybe slightly defensive, and slightly dumb.
Whatever. If it works, it's worth it.
He sets the planchette on top of the board, some cheap thing with either not enough effort put into the ~spooky looping letters or not enough - Tim can't really decide. After a moment's hesitation in which he feels even goddamn stupider, he flicks off the lights, which doesn't do much to decrease the room's lighting or make the room feel any more spiritual or mystical or whatever bullshit, but Tim doesn't have any candles.
"Wanna at least try?" he tentatively launches into the ether, and reluctantly puts one hand on top of the planchette.