[ Tony's seated himself cross-legged on the floor, back pressed to the force field-glass, and isn't wearing anything that could even resemble sleepwear. Which begs the silent question "when did he last sleep?" but that's not even of particular note aboard the Moira, because it was just as much of a problem back home, too.
He twists a small screwdriver around in his fingers aimlessly, and doesn't look up when he speaks. ]
Did you know one of my roommates keeps an alien as a pet, and another is Alexander Hamilton, yes that Alexander Hamilton? Aunt Peggy's here too, but she's like, half my age or something. Some kid makes disembodied limbs sprout out of things, which is actually less concerning than the kid walking around with pockets full of bombs.
And I bought shots for a skeleton.
[ Translation: he's wigging out he is W I G G I N G OUT, BRUCE, WHAT THE FUCK. ]
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He twists a small screwdriver around in his fingers aimlessly, and doesn't look up when he speaks. ]
Did you know one of my roommates keeps an alien as a pet, and another is Alexander Hamilton, yes that Alexander Hamilton? Aunt Peggy's here too, but she's like, half my age or something. Some kid makes disembodied limbs sprout out of things, which is actually less concerning than the kid walking around with pockets full of bombs.
And I bought shots for a skeleton.
[ Translation: he's wigging out he is W I G G I N G OUT, BRUCE, WHAT THE FUCK. ]