I’m going to go a little early. That new show Believe premieres, and I HAVE to watch it.
Anyways, I know that I owe two people, and those replies will come first tomorrow. Love you guys. Stay safe and be happy. ♥♥♥
[ $ ] —— “It’s not a fabric, actually. It comes from a tree. It’s called a Truffula Tree. It’s not like most trees. Instead of leaves, it has this fur on the top of it. The item itself is called a Thneed.”
"It actually sounds amazing. Please tell me you’re selling them, because I’ll take ten."
"Yeah. Go ahead and call me that." he said getting another drink. "it’s nice to meet you Tommy. What brings you around here?"
Tommy shrugs, lifts an arm and scratches the back of his head in indifference. “I’m going to school here, you? You look just a tiny bit too young. Well, younger than most freshmen.”
Ultron, leave Tony alone.
"What do you call me?" tony asked raising an eye brow and then laughed a little. It was weird not having someone know his name right away. "Tony Stark."
"What do I call you?"
Tommy gives him a look, crosses his arms in front of his chest loosely, and sighs. “Hm. Sounds familiar. I hope you prefer to be called Tony.”
"Certain types. Usually the ones that compare me to Halloween."
The archangel’s smile faltered as he looked the man over. He’d managed to hit a nerve somewhere. He could almost hear his dads scolding him in the back of his mind. As always, his mouth got the better of him. And he’d managed to take his shitty day out on someone else, for a comment that wasn’t necessarily directed at him.
"I guess I was out of line," he murmured. "Sorry." He turned, heading to the bar. He ordered a beer, though he despised the taste, and made his way back to the table. “Here. This one’s on me.”
"Sorry, didn’t realize you and Halloween weren’t friends."
He is even more annoyed, mostly at what he just said himself, and rubs his forehead, eyebrows lifting. “That much is true.” The brunette watches him order, clearing his throat before joining him at the table. “That’s way too nice of you, considering what I just said.”
"Why? It will happen again…"
"You sound so sure of that. But how do you know?"
[ $ ] —— “Oh, it’s not just a shirt. It’s also a scarf, a hat, a pair of pants, it’s essentially whatever you want it to be.”
"—-Really? I just have to know what kind of fabric that is. Does it even have a name?"
Tony was at one of the frat parties. Well he was running it. He put it together and everything. As he walked around, he had a beer in his hand. Smiling at all the people he wasn’t paying attention to anyone or anything. he ran into someone and spilled his drink.
"No I should be saying sorry…"
Tommy pulls at the front of his soaked sweater where Tony’s drink spilled, bounces on his heels for a second, and looks miffed. “Yeah, no…. I should have been watching where I was going.” He frowns, looking down at the wet spot there before pulling it off so he’s in his T-shirt.
"What do I call you?"
"I was thinking about how much of a bitch Joanne is, I really wanted to hit her for, like, a split second. But then I calmed myself, because the pumpkin pie smelled really good."