[Thread] How I know your face

[poppingseeds]

Characters: OU!Tony Stark, AU!Persephone
Where: Ast-Tessera
When: Mind erase plot
Summary: Persephone has no idea what the heck is going and invites Tony over to hang out. Because that's what you do when you can't remember stuff. Hang out. Heck yeah.
Warnings: Shenanigans?

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[yeah_i_can_fly]

Tony went to Persephone's apartment as soon as he said he would. He made sure not to forget his PDA as he thought it would be very vital to their little conversation. Considering he didn't understand a word of Greek without the program he had wrote to translate the foreign symbols into a sense that he understood...

His right hand and wrist was covered in what could only have been the gauntlet of Iron Man's armor. Beneath the stylish suit he wore the device was hooked up to the Arc reactor at his chest. He was in a lined overcoat, too, for the weather. It was a stylish trench coat. If the colors had been right he might could have passed for a double in the Matrix. It was almost rather sad.

That all aside, Stark made his way to Persephone fairly quickly. Despite the recent events (battling with Finitevus not too long ago, hearing his roommates room had been plundered, and the upcoming show-down with Belldandy he was waiting impatiently for) he seemed relatively calm and cool. He had been quite happy, too, thanks to a little

[poppingseeds]

A muffled 'come in' in Greek came from the couch where the not-goddess had thrown herself, face down, onto it. The world. It was aggravating right now and Persephone probably looked the picture of teenage angst.

Rolling over, she waved a little to her friend and offered a quick smile before sitting up completely. She wanted to say something, but there didn't seem to be much point in it -- Tony probably wouldn't understand anyway.

[yeah_i_can_fly]

Tony didn't understand the words--heck, they were so soft he barely heard them at all, much less could distinguish their sounds--but he took it for what it was anyway. He opened the door and let himself in, closing it gently behind him before facing the goddess.

Uh-oh. Teenage angst. Sooo totally not Tony's strong point. He wondered how he had been at that age and--promptly decided not to go there. Shiver.

He returned her smile with a flashing, brilliant one of his own. It was genuine, at least, despite how practiced it looked out of habit. He walked over and sat down on the opposite side of the couch from her, turned slightly so he could look at her. His head was cocked slightly to the side as he gazed at her.

"...Think you could try speaking in this language now, or is it beyond you yet?"

[poppingseeds]

The look Persephone gave him was flat and unamused as she moved over to make more room for him on the couch. "Τι πιστεύετε?" It wasn't like she could speak anything else, dur. At least not right now.

This was going to get old fast, Persephone could already tell. Other than the annoyance on her face, though, the girl looked fine, at least physically.

(("What do you think?"))