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[fbitchesgtmoney]

So you decided to take me to dreamwidth, too, huh? This isn't still going to be a search for a Captain Fancy Pants is it? It is? Oh, I see. You're ridiculous, did you know that? You did?


Oh.

On the bright side you did get some icons with my favourite things, (takes a sip from his glass of whiskey) so I can probably get along here. But I want more faces. I can't just have 15 expressions.

Once you find a home for me? Well where are you going to do that? You've never done RP on dreamwidth before, but you're right, it does seem to be the hip and happening place right now. Wonder why.

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[thisismenice]

Hope your mun is as delusional as mine is. She thinks it's a good idea to app me into an abandoned city with killer mannequins roaming around. Tequila night will be a daily occurance if I get in... No screw that. Hourly. It will be an hourly occurance.

[fbitchesgtmoney]

Is as delusional? I can bet you she is. Because she's looking at this place on a barge. Why would I want to be on a barge? But she feels intimidated by the app since she hasn't written in so long.

Now your place, that sounds...interesting.

[thisismenice]

Yes, if I'm going some place horrible, everyone else needs to as well. Have you seriously thought about possibly punching yours in the face? I would kill mine if she tried sending me to a barge.

Interesting? Yeah if the idea of waking up in a morgue with a toe-tag is your idea of interesting, then yeah, I guess. At least there I know there won't be any skipping through lala land and singing Kumbaya as they braid each other's hair.

[fbitchesgtmoney]

What's the place you're going to called? My muns interests have been peaked, it seems. Mhm, I have, and I did once, but then she didn't use me for a year, and so now I'm just going to drink away the pain.

Mmmyeah, that does sound interesting to me. Definitely not something I've done before. (My mun says she's surprised I haven't. Hm.)

[cassbutt]

Whiskey? You should share.

[fbitchesgtmoney]

(omg cassbutt. snort. he will just pass that bottle on over)

[cassbutt]

[smiles, taking the bottle, taking a swig] why thank you!
Im Cas, by the way.

[fbitchesgtmoney]

(well alrighty then. he is going to find a new bottle, because he doesn't like germs)

Tony, but I'm sure you've heard of me. I'm sure it's a pleasure.

[cassbutt]

[Cas doesn't care. Y'know, living in 2014 during the apocalypse and all that]

...I haven't. No cluse who you are, but nice to meet you.

[fbitchesgtmoney]

(Understandable. But with his heart condition and all, he can never be too safe)

Really? (SURPRISED LOOK) Oh, well, no big.

Is your mun a good mun? Mine just found a table and is starting to write things. Not sure what to think of that.

[cassbutt]

(Cas knows not of the heart condition, though being a fallen angel, he still doesn't get sick)

My mun? I enjoy her. She's like me, though without the drugs. ...Table? Why is a table needed to write things?

[fbitchesgtmoney]

(ah, well that does make things easier. when it can't hurt you, why care?

You're a lucky one. She doesn't torture you, or anything? Ah. It's not a literal table. It's like this...list. Of sorts. Of ideas. And she's going to write them about me.

[cassbutt]

(Yeah. No harm to angel boy.)

She does, in her own way. Being a gay angel makes things complicated enough without her trying to come up with ideas for me... Now you've got her wanting to draw a table. Thanks.

[fbitchesgtmoney]

My mun says you sound like "a hoot and a half". She can be horribly in the past sometimes. I apologise. Ah, you're welcome.

[cassbutt]

...Sounds like someone from the 50s, and I would know. I lived in that time.
Your mun likes the sound of a gay angel? Well... thanks? I think.

[oneslickedison]

...Huh.

OH GOD YES BRING ON THE DADDY ISSUES.

[fbitchesgtmoney]

...yes?

Re: OH GOD YES BRING ON THE DADDY ISSUES.

[oneslickedison]

I don't know. I just figured you'd be ...

Well, to be honest I didn't think you'd look so much like me. I suppose you have your mother's face, though.

Except I don't know your mother yet, so I suppose that could be your grandmother's face on my mother's side...hm. Genetics are tricky. I should have asked Eskerine about it when I had the chance.

[fbitchesgtmoney]

(He is going to think. Because this is the first time he's met a younger version of his father. He needs a moment)

Those who knew you say I'm a mix.

[oneslickedison]

[Slow nod.]

I've heard the same.

[A wry sort of smile that should be very familiar.]

They say you're ten times the genius I was, though. That I can believe.

[fbitchesgtmoney]

Well, yes. But I think you'd do alright if you had access to everything I do. Times've changed, technology is developing ever faster.

[oneslickedison]

[Stuffs his hands into his pockets.]

I think you're right.

[And there's a confident smile, which softens a little.]

But at the same time - there's a difference between just having the technology, and having the mind to make those intuitive leaps. I understand you have that in access.

I'm ... glad that you've encouraged that part of yourself. I was worried, after I found out I was a father. Worried that I'd turn out like mine, and try to smother you.

[fbitchesgtmoney]

(Tony's arms cross over his chest; he's not smiling, but he has his eyes on his father, carefully studying him)

I have enough to keep me busy. (And moving from project to project to project at all times. His mind never seems to stop whirring. One of many reasons he's thankful for JARVIS; he's especially handy when Tony wakes up in the middle of the night with a new idea, he can record it, and go back to sleep. It's always interesting the morning after when JARVIS says he had a revelation in the night)

(he can't help but snort at his father's comment about worrying about being smothering) No, you were far from smothering, that's for sure. In fact, you couldn't have given me more space.

[oneslickedison]

[He'll find the same dark eyes meeting his, studying him in turn.]

I can imagine. [That's why he has the notebooks, the chalkboards, himself. That way he can keep track of all the ideas he has.]

[Something twists on his face, and he sighs as he starts to pace, his hands jingling the change in his pocket.] I take it from the contempt in your tone that I wasn't precisely paternal.

[fbitchesgtmoney]

(ah, the good old days before computers and PDAs and whatnot. Tony's glad he didn't have to work under those conditions)

I'm sure you did, too. I've seen some of your older work recently. Once it was finally released to me. Your scribbles were far beyond your time.

(change? what is that? He laughs, a bitter laugh, and shakes his head. He stays still, watching the other pace) You could say that. But I know that I did contribute to what was probably one of your happiest days.