o9 ❂ voice + text

[ironmanic]

If you close your eyes, you don't notice the screams of a thousand delicate secrets shattering over the flavorless chalk the gods decided to feed us today.

I feel like I'm in Wal-Mart. Or Target. Or anywhere else that capitalizes on every single holiday created by the western world. Can we expect leprechauns next month? Miserable employees in red shirts and khakis forced to wish us a happy Mother's Day?

But I digress.

[The sound of munching]

These things and candy corn are addictive as hell.

[munch munch munch]

If magical lightning boy would please step forward. I need to talk to you about your grades young man.

[ooc | Got Billy Kaplan's UNREGISTERED candy. Hello Civil War aka The Divorce!]

Comments

[ironmanic]

I'm not sugar high.

Yet.

[warmachine]

Yeah, exactly.

[ironmanic]

You get anything interesting?

[warmachine]

I'm not eating cursed candy.

[ironmanic]

Why? They're pretty good- and if you avoid the really weird phrases like Murder, you'll probably be fine.

[warmachine]

Nah, not interested in any memory flashes or whatever.

[ironmanic]

Not even this charming Be Mine heart I saved for you and everything?

[warmachine]

Save it for Valentine's, will you.

[ironmanic]

I expect a box of chocolates and roses, Rhodes. Maybe you'll get an armor upgrade.

[warmachine]

So greedy, Tony.

[ironmanic]

It could be worse. I could have asked for an allowance.

[warmachine]

Shouldn't I be asking you that?

[ironmanic]

It's called a paycheck.

[warmachine]

I sure hope so.

[ironmanic]

I should dock your pay or something.

[warmachine]

Then who'd make sure you don't get into more trouble than usual?

[ironmanic]

Admit it- you like my brand of fun.

[warmachine]

Yeah. Within limits.

[ironmanic]

That's not what you said twenty years ago.

[warmachine]

That was twenty years ago. Not all of us are still fratboys at forty. [ Not that either of them were fratboys, ever. ]

[ironmanic]

I'm a fratboy CEO. Or ex-CEO. Or-- I'm a fratboy Iron man.

[warmachine]

But still a fratboy.

[ironmanic]

You are so judgmental.

[warmachine]

You knew that.

[ironmanic]

And there are times when it gets so annoying. In an affectionate way of course. But still annoying.