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[Jun. 30th, 2008|03:43 pm] |
Who: Tony Stark, Thirteen, James Rhodes and Sophie Stark
Where: Stark Mansion in New York
When: Monday afternoon
Why: Tony's gotta intro his best friend to the little missus and kidlets
Rating: PG-13 at most for anything discussing
Sir, Colonel Rhodes is on his way. Shouldn't you be preparing for his arrival?
"In a minute, Jarvis. Just have to finish one...small....detail--there. All done," he said as he dropped the very fine tipped paintbrush onto the desk. Tony normally would have had Jarvis render the Mark II in an array of colors just to make fun of Rhodey's weekend wedding to a guy, but he figured a small rainbow delicately painted inside of the helmet where only he could see it would be substantial enough. Until he decided to take it off.
He'd already been down there for hours running scans, diagnostics and what have you on the Mark II, so he was thoroughly grimey and he wasn't sure just when Rhodey would get there. But anyone who looked at Tony could tell he was happy he was on his way. He'd really missed having his best friend around. Then a baby cooed which distracted Tony from his decision to finally go and shower. He smiled and walked over to Remy, who was holding the baby in her arms, bouncing him lightly to entertain him. He was definitely a Stark with the jet black hair and the curiosity for mechanical things since Edward currently had his gaze on Butterfingers, who was pinching motions at Edward as if he might go for the cheeks.
"Hey, if you pinch him and leave a mark, I'm using you for spare parts on his future tricycle," he said as he wagged a finger at Butterfingers. The robot drooped as he was chastised and retreated off to go and do something else. "I'm going to go get cleaned up before he gets here. Might as well look like a family man and not a bum," he said, kissing her first then kissing Edward on the top of his head. |
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[Jun. 30th, 2008|10:48 pm] |
Who: Aziraphale and Crowley
What: Repercussions of the zomgmarriage!Plot
When/Where: Tonight, the Angel's Library at Oxford
Warnings: High. These two have been holding it in for six millenia. I don't blame them.
Crowley couldn't help but feel... ridiculous, for lack of a better word, given the events of the weekend. He had a very photographic memory, which was replaying in great detail all of the things he said (and did) to a man, no, a boy he had never met before. The exact same things he felt... reluctant (read: terrified) to say (and do) to his Adversary.
In the spirit of correcting this grand injustice- to him, of course- he poof'd himself down to his Angel's library, landing himself right inside the doorframe.
"Angel?" |
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