FROLICKING THROUGH THE SUNFLOWER FIELDS aka—

[langsyne]

You have no idea what you're doing, do you?

( this is ridiculous. he doesn't want to do this. he doesn't want to do any of this. why is it always him? )

You're worse than Reed. You really are. Now go back and finish your work or something.

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[slim]

[hi what's up]

Give her some credit for trying.

[langsyne]

( .....okay. interesting glasses but whatever. )

For sitting there and laughing at me? I really don't think she needs any.

[slim]

[the better to keep beams of pain from shooting out of his eyeballs, my dear]

Why's she laughing at you?

[langsyne]

( scott no. don't do that. that's bad for you and him )

She thinks the names I give my ants are cute, I don't know. ( THROWS HANDS UP IN THE AIR ) Ask her if you want.

[slim]

You name your ants? [UH] Why do you even have ants?

[is this another crazy future thing like taking videos with phones]

[mightiestgreen]

[Hulk snort. Nice outfit.]

[guardiandevil]

You know what they say about all work and no play, don't you?

[fascinatings]

_{( Mildly: )} Should I be insulted?

[liverletdie]

I don't know, nobody is worse than Reed.

[fantasticforcefields]

No one's worse than Reed.

[She loves you honey, kiss kiss.]

[molecula]

[hey there dude, have the sister of one of those dudes that lives in the FF's house.]

It kinda seems that having no idea what you're doing is par for the course around here.

[soultospare]

Ooh! I like your hair! Is it naturally swoopy or do you use product? I'm trying to do something new with mine, you see.

1/2 OH MY GOD MY SMALL TAGS phone I hate you.

[langsyne]

( are you hatin' on his ants, scott? bro, no one hates on his ants and gets away with it, JUST FYI. )

Because I'm the Astonishing Ant-man.

( look at that fake smile and that sarcasm dripping off his voice, don't you just want to believe every word he says? )

2/2

[langsyne]

( and then he drops the act and sighs, and looks every bit his fourty-or-however-many-years thanks comics. )

Fat lot of good that did me.

[langsyne]

( bro, don't diss the outfit. he paid good money for that outfit, okay! lookit dat glare. )

What?

[mightiestgreen]

[He'll diss anything he wants. So there.]

You look dumb.

[Yes, very eloquent Hulk.]

[comas]

Sucks for you.

[langsyne]

Makes Jack a dull boy, yadda yadda. Guess it's a good thing my name's not Jack then.

( he's really not in the mood for a lecture from you, okay. )

this is from my phone too PRAYS FOR NO HTML MISTAKES

[slim]

[... o... kay no sudden movements summers and maybe he won't mug you] Ant-Man? You're an Avenger.

[not sure what to make of that sarcastic tone but have a quick once over]

--Your costume looks different.

GO TO BED, WOMAN

[langsyne]

Was. Was an Avenger.

( now he's a broken shell of an ex-father who's supposed to be babysitting 10+ kids and running the future foundation while the fantastic four are off in some weird timespace place no one's heard of and everything sucks.

life. it's pretty great right? )

Yeah, well, styles change, people change. ( he gives the kid a once over. ) What's it to you?

[langsyne]

( speak of the devil and he will appear. or something like that. oh well, have a deprecating smile. )

It was a joke, Reed. ( admittedly not a very good one BUT ) You're not that bad.

( most days. )

[arach_nerd]

Sorry Scott. You're kinda stuck.

NO

[slim]

[if by pretty great you mean totally unfair and horrible then yes]

It's just-- ["people change"... how fitting] It's not familiar. Everything's different now.

What made you change?

WHY NOT

[langsyne]

( yes yes, that's precisely what he meant, ty for translating. also that's a really personal question and he's not going to answer that. sorry but not sorry. )

Who are you again?

[langsyne]

( damn, he's being overruled already. but hey sue, you look great for a however-old-you're-supposed-to-be-now woman. not that you didn't ever look great but okay we're moving on now. )

But you're married to him. You get to say stuff like that. It's in the ( vague hand gestures ) wedding contract.