Dec 17, 2011 07:09
[It was their usual. Charlie'd head over to make dinner, help where she could whenever he needed a little extra heat for something and just generally goof off with Tony. She kept the workspace relatively clean, didn't touch a scrap of metal or a piece of wire or anything she thought he might need and even delayed going home by picking up a magazine to read while he worked. She looked at the clock at one point, noting it was around one AM. Neither of them had moved much in the past couple hours. He was tinkering and the magazine she'd been reading had kept her attention.
She should probably head home, though. Didn't want to be annoying or too much a pain in the ass. She stood, prepared to sneak out as she usually did. Charlie only had to take two steps before she realized something was wrong. There was a tug on her wrist and she glanced down, a bit alarmed to see the handcuffs. The other end was around Tony's wrist. She turned her arm slightly, trying to find some sort of release. There wasn't even a spot for a key.]
Tony, if you really wanted me to stay, you could have just asked.
[Yes, Tony. She thinks you did this.]
(ooc: video in case anyone wants to laugh at her/be as confused as she is/whatever.)