Tony, Wash found, drank with such casualness that Wash barely even registered how much it actually seemed. He was just glad his curiosity would be satiated and therefore allowed himself to be led happily in front of the chronic night The City had adopted for the past few days.
"You're not exactly short on self-compliments, are you?" Wash said casually.
Jarvis' disembodied voice was still something to get used to the pilot found as he hunched his shoulders in mild surprise, having forgotten the omnipresent AI's presence.
Wash watched curiously at Tony's grand gesture before gasping and recoiling as the pieces of metal attached themselves to Tony's body. He knew it didn't hurt; Tony's face was one of the same calm smugness it always seemed to reflect until the helmet closed shut around his head. But flying metal, especially on a ship, was never a good thing. Except, it did look extremely cool.
And Wash's jaw nearly scraped the ground as the glow of the thrusters propelled the rich boy into the air. Wash ran forward to the edge of the balcony Tony had taken off from and watched like a little boy at an airshow.
"Wah!Wo de tian a!" Wash shouted. 'Oh my God!' He leaned as far as he could trying to take in every movement from the flying man. More Mandarin slipped from his lips as he grasped his head in disbelief and amazement.
"Wo bu shin wo dah yan jing!...Ai ya!" And finally, "Gao gan." when Tony landed. 'Awesome.'
"I get to do that," Wash added to his awe-stricken Mandarin. "All of that? The flying? With the cashoooooosh and the thing with the metal all over and...Jing cai!" He started laughing. "Yyyes!"
Then he sedated, barely holding his glee in, still.
"Is there a dotted line or forms or something? Y'know, you might die while you're flying around like an awesome metal man? Cause I'm...y'know...good with that," he said, bouncing on his heels.
((in order: "Oh my God!" "I don't believe my eyes!" "Oh God!" "Awesome." "Brilliant!"))