Re: Tony the little | Carol
Tony huffed softly and nodded, yeah they definitely could be the worst. His dad in particular. And still he missed him - it didn't really make sense, but he missed him all the same. Maybe he wouldn't feel quite so much about it if his parent's hadn't been killed. But they had - so he was willing to cut the old man some slack.
"Yeah, you're both oldies, I know." Tony teased her with a grin. But it had gotten her dancing so really that was all that mattered, and she looked like she was having a good time with it too, or at least a better time than she'd been having up to that point - standing around looking terrified was not a good look on anyone.
"Hmmm, how about this one?" Tony asked her as he started into another dance, one that maybe fit a little bit more with the song at the moment, well maybe. In any case it was his favorite and tony began moving in robotic movements, arms bent at a 90 degree angle as he shifted and moved. "They call this one the robot."