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 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.

[warmachine]

Just like you leaving me waiting for hours gets annoying. And yet I'm still around.

[ironmanic]

You could have brought a Game Boy or something.

[warmachine]

You could have been on time. [ Clearly a challenge, Mr Stark. Except for how the corners of Rhodey's mouth are twitching just a bit. ]

[ironmanic]

I was working. Very hard might I add.

[And Tony's playing right back. He knows how to play this game.]

[warmachine]

Uh-huh. Too busy to even send a text?

[ironmanic]

Alarmingly busy. And would you believe I went over on my text plan?

[warmachine]

Well, then. Perfectly reasonable of course.

[ironmanic]

I'm glad we've reached an understanding, Rhodes.