voice;

[iron_fister]

[The comm turns on to a loud fumbling noise as Danny fiddles with the comm. Mutters something about 'never getting this right' and before the jostling noises stop. Then. Silence, with the occasional nervous fidget. A shifting in a chair, a clearing of the throat, the soft sound of the scratching of the head. Then, finally

Comments

[quinnade]

Apology accepted, buttercup!

[iron_fister]

Wait, who-

[A beat. Then a sigh.]

Thanks.

[quinnade]

So what did you do again?

[iron_fister]

Why did you accept my apology if you didn't remember what I did?

[voice]

[youmakemesmall]

Doing better now?

[voice]

[iron_fister]

Yeah.

[His voice is totally convincing, really.]

[voice]

[youmakemesmall]

You sound like you could use a cheer up.

[voice]

[iron_fister]

I sound that bad?

[grenadeball]

this seems to be happening a lot

i figure it'd be freeing to a lot of you folks, but, nope

you really wanna bury that shit down below

not healthy

[iron_fister]

Maybe not, but it's safer.

[grenadeball]

pfft

practically, it's safer, i s'pose

but the damages of a billion superpowered shoving what they feel down into a deep dank corner of their mind, buried so far under the skin

yeah, that's not going to end up horribly either

[iron_fister]

No. I mean. It's safer in that way. My power works in a way where if I let my emotions and desires run wild, it...

Well. It can become destructive.

voice;

[kickinsidekick]

You're not dead. Good.

voice;

[iron_fister]

Well, I couldn't leave you alone, could I?

voice;

[kickinsidekick]

Who else would I go see really terrible musicals with? It'd be a tragedy.

voice;

[iron_fister]

It would.

... I'm sorry I worried you.

[hope_damnit]

I am glad you are better.

Are you injured?

[iron_fister]

No, strangely enough.

You know. I don't think I ever caught your name.