Tim had propped himself up on a filing cabinet, god knows how he got up there— He pulled his hawaiian shirt down, tucking it into his pants— The top part of his chest showing, he didn’t care if Jon or Elias dress coded him, he liked it like that! He had a smirk on his freshly scarred face, the holes still having the slightest sensation of half inch round worms buring inside— He had managed to ignore it, as he watched the break room for his scaring victim