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[ironmanic]

If I were more of a conspiracist, I'd think the deities were trying to give us all mono. It's clever but entirely too sloppy. I give it six out of ten points.

No one under the age of 20 is allowed within ten feet of me I don't care how attractive you are.

And if you so much as cough in my direction I will have Dawn febreeze you to death.

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[repeatshimself]

[He doesn't want to come within ten feet of you, Tony.

He just wanted donuts.

That's all.

He has a big box - lots of them - and he's carrying them out the door, and they obscure his vision when he passes Tony]

MICI....

[ironmanic]

Hey- you.

[Tony steps aside to allow the shorty with the giant box of goodies through, eyebrow raised and curious.]

Stay in school.

YOU LOVE ME

[repeatshimself]

[Wait he knows that voice.

The mistletoe is over the door and the boxes fly in the air as Billy flings himself on Tony

and

kisses

him

wet.

In other news there is no god.]

[ironmanic]

[Damn this curse and its stupid mistletoe as he catches Billy with some effort DAMN IT ALL TO HELL THIS KID LOOKS 12 but hey um wow awkward he's a really good kisser.]

I'M NOT EVEN SORRY.

[duplicitas]

[ you know who is walking back from the city solutions building? do you? ]

You should never be sorry!!!

[ironmanic]

[Oh and it is so difficult not to recognize her silhouette, all curves and swagger and deadliness. He grins, nearing her, but not too near.]

So. How many?

this will be so awful...

[duplicitas]

How many what?

[ so wary. this can only end in hideousness, and she knows that, but still... ]

Yet so beautiful...

[ironmanic]

You know.

[He raises his eyebrows suggestively.]

I'm sure you know as well as I do what's going around the City today.

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[ironmanic]

[His eyes widen because, hello, he wasn't expecting someone to just maul him. This isn't a premier back in New York or L.A. But, uh, she's hot, her body's nice, and despite not really expecting this, he can't help but lift her and kiss her back, hard and passionate as his usual style tended to be.]

[action]

[ironmanic]

[There happens to be a convenient streetlamp near them, and he presses her back against it, hands pressed so firmly against her body and lips taking what he can get.]

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[the_dawnster]

[Dawn enters his workshop, all business with a side of freaking out because she's been kissing people all say. So without looking in Tony's direction and without entering farther than two steps past the authorized personnel elevators, she calls out so that her voice echoes in the shop.]

So I'm thinking about calling it a day cause hiding in a corner of my room until midnight is probably for the best. Is there anything else you need before I run home, taking back alleys even though they're creepy and scary?

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[ironmanic]

[He hardly looks up from his work - a mass of blue fabric, apparently - because assistants busting into his workshop isn't anything new. In fact, it was old like. Ten years ago.]

Yeah, yeah sure- hey, you have nice fingernails, don't you? C'mere. Dummy's useless.

[He squints at a particular patch of fabric, some wiring poking out from underneath it.]

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[the_dawnster]

[Of course he wants her to come over there. Dawn lets her bag slip off of her shoulder by the elevator to rest on the floor. Then she lifts her chin a bit to feign an air of certainty as she makes her way over to him.]

I have awesome fingernails, all pretty and nice from not being a Slayer...

[She displays one hand, slender fingers tipped with purple glitter nail polish. She likes purple glitter, okay?] What do you need?

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[ironmanic]

Pinch these together.

[He points toward two very small wires. He had Jarvis on Mistletoe Watch every ten minutes. Just in case. So for now he's not too worried, more concerned on his current project.]

I promise it won't ruin your Slayer-less manicure.

[thekidsare0kay]

what'2 m0n0?
20me kind 0f gr022 human ki22ing di2ea2e?

[ironmanic]

Anyone tell you 1337 died like five years ago?

[thekidsare0kay]

thi2 i2n't 1337, fuck.
why d0 i have t0 g0 thr0ugh thi2 exact 2ame b0ring c0nver2ati0n every time i talk t0 an0ther 0f y0u human2 f0r the first time?
quick ver2i0n: i'm a tr0ll, we have quirk2, which i2 a particular way 0f typing that reflect2 0ur per20nality.
and i'll 2witch t0 v0ice if y0u want but it'2 n0t much better.
i have a terrible li2p.

[ironmanic]

So by quirks you mean a cool hipster version of 1337 all right.