Internet died, but I am aggravated and tired anyway. I’m sorry I’m not as good an rp partner as I could be. I’ll be online tomorrow.
Turnabout's fair play. You think I hate you?
Huh, never thought you’d try reversal on me.
Hate’s a strong word. Displeasure? Impatient tolerance? I’m not saying I don’t try my damnedest to make it worse. It’s all I’m good at, screwing things up. You twist my head around, and I don’t know where I stand.
Had a drink today, Tony?
JARVIS brews a mean cup of joe. No booze, if that’s what you’re really wondering.
I’m sorry I’ve been lurking and not being productive. That was going to be today, my productive and social day, but I got my tattoo touched up and took a long nap and got a headache for my trouble instead.
I do love you guys.
In the middle of working on drafts, my Internet suicided, as did my computer. I think I got a bug somewhere because the damn thing just flipped its shit. Probably offline for the night. Hopefully I’ll see you guys tomorrow.
“Tony, you should come upstairs with me.”
He pursed his lips and pretended he didn’t hear. He ignored the tug he felt on his ankle a few seconds later, too, opting instead to lower his head even closer to the quinjet control board he was soldering connections to, because he did not need to be social, thanks, he needed to finish this already.
The tug turned into a bite and he yelped, jerking his ankle away even as she chuckled from under the table.
“Are you serious right now Avanti, I swear I could have dropped the soldering gun and it would have hurt and seriously wouldn’t look good in your fur, did you expect me to - OWW, that didn’t mean you could bite me again!” He dropped the iron on the table with a clang and stepped back from it, hands raised as he glared down at his offender.
The Dhole blinked up at him, looking too amused at her companion’s displeasure. “I would just go up alone but I thought we were keeping out separation a secret and all,” she said, sitting back on her haunches and licking one dainty paw.
“Don’t pull that card,” he said on a pout, knowing he sounded petulant but not willing to care. “I see right through your ploy.” He huffed, glaring weakly at his daemon, but stuck his greasy hands in his pockets with an air of surrender. “Fine. Let’s go get some food and see who’s home, seeing as I know you’re doing this out of boredom.”
“It’s like you know me or something,” she said with mock surprise, and he snorted. She gave a wag of her long tail and jogged ahead of him, climbing the stairs two at a time until they reached the elevator. “Sorry you’re so boring when you’re working,” she added after a moment, giving him a foxy grin. He snorted but scratched behind her ears regardless.
They reached the kitchen quickly and stepped onto the threshold, both looking around for any other occupants.