on the possibility of taking him to hollyheights.

[ex_expo586]

[ howard retrieves a cigarette from the pocket inside his jacket then begins to search for a match. when he speaks, he doesn't look up, too intent on his need and desire for tobacco and nicotine. ] I've heard some real whoopers in my time, but this takes the cake.

[ he looks up, a brow crocked and unamused. ] I'm not the domestic type, that's obvious. And putting me into a situation like that? [ finally he finds a matchbook in his jacket pocket, the same pocket he retrieved his cigarette from. he strikes the head of the match against the striker; the sulfur of the match-head reacts with the phosphorus of the striker, and a lazy, wobbling flame begins eating at the wood. ]

You're playing with fire, pal.

Comments

[inhernest]

Funny, I just told my boss the other day that the only 'domestic' I'm good at is 'terrorism', and even that's debatable.

He didn't think it was as funny as I did, but that's Fury for you.

oh just inserting headcanon stuff, w/e

[ex_expo586]

[ he takes a long drag of the cigarette, letting the smoke linger in his mouth before he exhales. ]

Hasn't changed a bit, has he?

Pft, no worries, that was an incident in a PSL anyway! You're fine.

[inhernest]

Not as long as I've known him. Which isn't that long compared to say, Coulson.

[ex_sulked683]

Well, mine's there with a couple of people. Doesn't sound too bad.

[eau_de_gravy]

Are they gonna get in trouble? I know I always get lectured when I forget and try and play with matches. [Yes Howard, this here is a brass robot just peering curiously at you, though with just a bit of worry. Don't want anyone getting in trouble after all!]