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Tweak says, "I'm such a stud!"

Darling Dexter (i_fakeit) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2013-01-30 10:27:00

Entry tags:

dexter morgan, tony stark, zz:status complete

So disturbed (Tony - Random Pairings)
The sun that had stayed up too long was bad enough. This? This was just beyond what Dexter was willing to consider alright. This was the sun moving backward in the sky. On the complete opposite path of what it should have been.

There was also news about a girl named Fred dying. He'd met a girl named Fred before. He didn't know if it was the same Fred he'd known, or if it was another version of her. But he was pretty sure that it was still Fred. There couldn't be too many of those floating around. There had been a crime scene for it, of course, but he'd not been called in for it. There was no blood. No blood meant no Dexter. It didn't mean, though, that he couldn't snoop in the file and see what was going on.

He'd thought to find Wash to talk about this new change in the sun's habits. The other man had been bothered about the sun not going down. It had created a moment for bonding. Bonding was good. Bonding meant that there was another person in this place that would rely on him to behave normally. Or, as normally as he could stand to. Dexter needed all the people he could get who needed him to be a human being.

But he was a bit distracted from that by a strange phone call directing him to Stark Tower. It was vague, and the voice on the other end insisted that it needed to be him to take the call, but wouldn't say why, or what was needed from him. Dexter had his work box with him, because that was the only reason he could think of that he'd be needed. Work. He arrived at the building and announced his presence in a professional manner.

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i_fakeit
2013-02-23 03:12 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, but honestly, they generally don't get the idea of what I do until after I've started talking. They think it's all secondhand lab stuff. But really, my job is 90% hands on. The technical aspect tends to bore the crap out of the kids long before the adults are unnerved enough to ask me to stop."

Politeness would be the end of all childhood innocence, he was sure of it. Kids got a lot of details between the time he started and when he noticed their eyes glaze over, and the parents were just too stuck in what was the polite thing to do to stop him sooner.

Dexter stood up, picking up the case that he'd brought.

"I suppose it's been an interesting time meeting you, Mr Stark. Sorry about the intrusion, and confusion I guess."

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i_shoottothrill
2013-02-25 09:07 am UTC (link)

"Yeah," Tony frowned, still unsure, but not ready to press the point. He nodded his head towards the elevator, which stood open. "Well, if you get anything else weird let me know. If it's anything to do with this tower," he clarified, just to make sure.He wasn't one to help the local authorities, but he did want to know anything that had to do with the building he called home. And if the City needed him and called specifically, he'd help out. After all, the City was his home, too.

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i_fakeit
2013-02-26 12:31 am UTC (link)

"Sure."

Dexter nodded at Tony Stark and then lifted a hand, thinking he should somehow say goodbye to the voice that filled the building and wasn't attached to anything. It was more habit than it was a need to interact. Dexter had been taught to be polite to those he spoke to. It might have had a snowball effect.

He moved toward the elevator, thinking about the things that he'd just learned. The City was never going to get any less weird, he decided. It was just going to get stranger every time he turned around.

He didn't look back as the elevator opened, and didn't look up after he punched the button and was taken away.

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