Room 308, Monday Morning
Tony had paused in his work on a gauntlet long enough to listen to the announcements. He closed his eyes, rubbing at his eyes with the hand that was least filthy from work.
Just another week on the island.
He did not have enough caffeine in his system to deal with this right now. He could pencil in that burgeoning moral crisis for later.
[[Totes open!]]
Just another week on the island.
He did not have enough caffeine in his system to deal with this right now. He could pencil in that burgeoning moral crisis for later.
[[Totes open!]]