Apartment Above Stark Industries, Friday Evening
There was a party going on in the park. One for a far, far younger crowd than Tony normally socialized with. This was, of course, excluding just turned 18 supermodels.
Ah, a charmed life he led.
But instead of that, he had a ridiculous amount of horrible DVDs and an order of Thai food.
Oh, and some guy who seemed to always be there or something.
They guy who always seemed to be there was making disgusted noises at a fight scene. "Jesus, Tony," he observed, mouth full of panang chicken.
He swallowed. "We couldn't put one where you can't tell they're pulling the punches?"
"That defeats the point, Tyler," Tony drawled. "It's a subtle art of crap."
"... I like the art of the ones with real fighters better," Tyler said stubbornly, but he wasn't moving for the remote. There was something mesmerizing about the horrible special effects.
He jabbed his fork into the chicken again.
"So, are you sad I didn't ask you to be my prom date?"
"Crushed."
Couldn't Tyler tell from the weeping and tearing his clothing in woe?
He had an idea. Tyler just would have liked to see more gnashing of teeth and garment-rendering for a complete display of grief.
"There's always next year," he said, and reached the hand he wasn't eating with to ruffle Tony's hair, just because he could.
And because Tony had very nice hair.
Tony just shot him a look, but didn't make a fuss over the ruining of his hair. Because it was totally love."Be still my heart."
[[Establishy! Co-written with tyler_back]]
Ah, a charmed life he led.
But instead of that, he had a ridiculous amount of horrible DVDs and an order of Thai food.
Oh, and some guy who seemed to always be there or something.
They guy who always seemed to be there was making disgusted noises at a fight scene. "Jesus, Tony," he observed, mouth full of panang chicken.
He swallowed. "We couldn't put one where you can't tell they're pulling the punches?"
"That defeats the point, Tyler," Tony drawled. "It's a subtle art of crap."
"... I like the art of the ones with real fighters better," Tyler said stubbornly, but he wasn't moving for the remote. There was something mesmerizing about the horrible special effects.
He jabbed his fork into the chicken again.
"So, are you sad I didn't ask you to be my prom date?"
"Crushed."
Couldn't Tyler tell from the weeping and tearing his clothing in woe?
He had an idea. Tyler just would have liked to see more gnashing of teeth and garment-rendering for a complete display of grief.
"There's always next year," he said, and reached the hand he wasn't eating with to ruffle Tony's hair, just because he could.
And because Tony had very nice hair.
Tony just shot him a look, but didn't make a fuss over the ruining of his hair. Because it was totally love."Be still my heart."
[[Establishy! Co-written with tyler_back]]