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[warmachine]

If anyone needs an airlift to the safe zone, let me know. Or help with the sandworms. Turns out they don't like bullets very much.

Comments

[warmachine]

You're an idiot.

[ironmanic]

Yeah shut up.

[He wipes his mouth with the back of his ...iron hand.]

[warmachine]

[ so much eyerolling ] So really, how're you holding up?

[ironmanic]

I feel like I'm baking in an oven, what do you think?

[warmachine]

You tell me.

[ironmanic]

Well, I feel like crap. I can tell you that much.

[warmachine]

Understandable.

[ironmanic]

I really don't like deserts.

[Mumbled, like he doesn't mean for Rhodey to hear.]

[warmachine]

[ Walking over there, bumping shoulders. Yeah, suit to suit. Clink, goes the metal. ] Y'know, you could always just go to the glass city. See how long it takes you to break something.

[ironmanic]

And leave [dad?] Steve and all these people? I'm trying to- you know. Change and stuff.

[warmachine]

Take as many as you can and get the hell out of here, man.

[ironmanic]

Same to you.

[warmachine]

I'm not the one who's completely dehydrated.

[ironmanic]

Uh, excuse me. Not completely.

[warmachine]

Close enough, man.

[ironmanic]

Let's just get back.

[warmachine]

Yeah, all right.