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poly_chromatic2012-05-14 01:20 pm
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( accidental video )
[ Ivy is sitting on a table surrounded by scrap parts of metal in a workshop— Stark's, for people who recognise it — her dress probably the cleanest thing in the entire place and her legs dangling. ]
That will not work. You're missing a variable.
[ At the edge of the video, Howard Stark's head is visible as he turns to say something, but the words themselves aren't picked up. ]
No. It is my purpose to preserve knowledge, not to impart it.
[ But she hops off the table and walks over to him, careful not to step on any bits of— robot (?).
And hugs him.
Her expression and tone both make clear that it isn't by choice. ] I did not want to do that.
That will not work. You're missing a variable.
[ At the edge of the video, Howard Stark's head is visible as he turns to say something, but the words themselves aren't picked up. ]
No. It is my purpose to preserve knowledge, not to impart it.
[ But she hops off the table and walks over to him, careful not to step on any bits of— robot (?).
And hugs him.
Her expression and tone both make clear that it isn't by choice. ] I did not want to do that.
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The hug throws him, though, and if he were people-smart he might wonder if that was the point. There's an awkwardness in every inch of his being, but it doesn't stop him returning the gesture, seeking the comfort from it. ]
There ain't no one else in here, is there? 'Cause usually people don't do this sort'a thing.
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She's just as awkward about it as he is, though, face the only thing revealing that she Does Not Want this even as she hugs him more tightly. She can't help it. ]
I don't want to hug you. [ She is sort of clinging to his leg, but not amused about it at all. ]
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Can't say I'm that much happier, sweetheart. [ Except, he is deprived in the affection department, so there is a tiny part that enjoys it. ] If y'tell me the secret we could figure this out.
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I am not going to tell you how to do it. [ Hugging him close and pressing her face against his shirt. She definitely doesn't want this. But hugs are, admittedly, nice. ]
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[ He's lowering himself into a crouch, wrapping her up properly, and he doesn't know what's possessing him because this is all kinds of awkward and unusual. But he's lifting her up and holding her close. ]
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[ She would tense up, except the curse means that she is only clinging back more tightly, arms around his neck and holding on. ]
Set me down. As soon as you can.
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He's trying to make his arms move, but it's as if his brain isn't sending the message. ] Trying to, but it ain't working.
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[ But he stops trying to fight it, the effort getting them no where, and instead he rests his cheek to the top of her head. ]
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[ Watch her frown-- oh wait, you can't, with your cheek on top of her head. Well.
All right. If they must cuddle. She relaxes against him. ]
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Gotta agree with you there, sweetheart, there ain't nothing else seems fitting for this.
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This is a very long hug.
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Except maybe Nicodemus, but he isn't here. ]
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