Room 308, Saturday Evening

[hoorayimrich]

With the ever present threat of someone spilling his secret identity, Tony was stuck in a sort of limbo as he waited for AIM to make a move. Or for T'challa to.

So, a movie with the guys was a good enough plan to distract him from everything elsegoing on in his life. Yeah, this couldn't go wrong at all. Really, they should all just be glad the

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[dollpocalypse]

Guess who got here first. It was probably a huge shock.

"Hi. You hurt your nose," Topher announced.

This was totally how to greet people in his world.

[selfhelphero]

Billy was still flailing internally at the thought of spending the evening with Tony and Warren (and Topher really, but he counted in a different kind of way). Thankfully, he was a little less worried about doing something stupid when he came in behind Topher and heard what he said. "Uh, hi," he said instead.

[not_a_parakeet]

Warren was fashionably running slightly behind the other guys today, okay? That was why he was the last guy to drag himself through the door, looking a bit tired and sporting a few mangled feathers that he hadn't gotten around to preening just yet.

And totally willing to jump on someone else for being damaged goods before anyone could notice, thank you.

"Who hurt what?" A beat. "I brought popcorn."

Those thoughts weren't mutually exclusive at all.

[hoorayimrich]

Warren was a cruel person to throw him under the bus. Billy wouldn't do that.

"Popcorn is good!" Tony said, touching his nose. "I got in a fight."

Most of them should understand what that meant. And not ask for detail like, 'With who?' or 'Where?'