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Because chat demanded it. For unter_allen
“I hate all of you. I just want you to know that.”
Tony Stark had just learned a valuable life lesson. If there’s one thing you don’t do, it’s make bets you can’t keep. And somehow he had lost a nearly impossible bet, and was now standing in his living room, wearing a kilt. Sariel, Emeraude and what looked like all of City were there, trying to hold back their amusement.
Okay, maybe it wasn’t all of the City, but there were far, far too many people that knew what he looked like in a tartan manskirt right now.
“I don’t know,” Sariel grinned at him. “I think you wear it quite well.”
Tony opened his mouth to say something back, but then felt a tug at his kilt. He looked down to see the resident Shetland pony staring up at him, gnawing the cloth. “Goddamnit.”
“I hate all of you. I just want you to know that.”
Tony Stark had just learned a valuable life lesson. If there’s one thing you don’t do, it’s make bets you can’t keep. And somehow he had lost a nearly impossible bet, and was now standing in his living room, wearing a kilt. Sariel, Emeraude and what looked like all of City were there, trying to hold back their amusement.
Okay, maybe it wasn’t all of the City, but there were far, far too many people that knew what he looked like in a tartan manskirt right now.
“I don’t know,” Sariel grinned at him. “I think you wear it quite well.”
Tony opened his mouth to say something back, but then felt a tug at his kilt. He looked down to see the resident Shetland pony staring up at him, gnawing the cloth. “Goddamnit.”