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[text] If you wanted to denote sarcasm in a simple way, you couldâve added the snark mark as a means of punctuation. Or the âStark Markâ as I and a few people have started calling it :D
[Text] ...What the ever loving fuck is the "snark mark"?
[text] You have an ok figure and all, but itâs not that feminine. No offense
[Text] None taken. I'm just still recovering from Tony Stark complimenting my body. *sarcastic swoon. can you hear my sarcasm?*
[text] Over drinks perhaps. You can maybe help me out with my Halloween costume. Iâm gonna be Zorro. But less lame. Because itâs me ;)
[Text] What am I, your seamstress? Fine. Just as long as I don't have to dress up as some Spanish girl that you rescue.
[text] Believe it or not, I do know what you mean. Sometimes Iâve got so many thoughts going at the same time, it feels a lil crowded up there.
[Text] Well hey. I'm back, you're here. We could be angsty bros together or something. :)
starklegacy replied to your post: [text] Yâknow, Iâm pretty sure itâs a lil unhealthy to spend this much time down in the labs.
[text] Was starting to think youâd gone rogue and ran off. Youâre in one piece and thatâs what counts, dude.
[Text] No, just...needed some time to myself, you know? It gets really loud in my head sometimes...
ooc: awww yissss! You're back! \o/ Well we lost some people, but we gained some too so probably a good idea to check the taken list. Steve posted a notice about a Halloween party a few pages back on his blog. We're basically spitballing a few ideas and stuffs now.
OOC: Oh awesome! So costume ideas and what not?
OOC: I'm back!
Wow, so sorry for my long absence, I've just been loaded down with school work. If anyone could briefly fill me in, IC or OOC, that would be much appreciated!
[text] Y'know, I'm pretty sure it's a lil unhealthy to spend this much time down in the labs.
[text] Wow...It has been a long time, hasn't it? But I'm a live, right?
Hello, dear cousin! ((OOC: I am just wondering if your Bruce has been exposed to the gamma radiation yet? It kind of determines whether or not I've got my powers yet.))
Hey Jen! Long time no see! ((Yes, he has been. It just makes sense for why he's in here.))
Late night snack | Warren & Bruce
Warren gave a little shrug as they both stood back up, he pulled the pastry out of mouth, wiping away the crumbs with one hand. He jerked his head back in the direction of the cafeteria kitchens. âItâs okay really, didnât disturb me at all. I was just having a snack. You though, you look like you need to get yourself to bed.â Â
A look of concern washed over Warrenâs face, he knew how people looked, that pushed themselves too far, and he knew the toll it took. Hell he had just met this kid, didnât even know his name, and felt like he should look out for him.
âHave you been studying all night?â
"Um...Y-Yeah?" Bruce gave a guilty giggle and brushed the carpet lint off his worn cords. "I tend to do that. A lot." He remembered how Tony used to bug him about it. The only thing that came to mind was 'pot, meet kettle'.Â
"Well, don't let that new kid- is his name Thor?- see you eating those. I heard he's got, like, a thing for them." He rubbed the stubble on his chin and grinned. Bruce blinked a couple of times, trying to clear his sleep addled brain. "I-I dunno if we've met. Bruce Banner."
He extended his hand for a shake. He had taken Coulson's advice on having more faith in himself, and Bruce was constantly trying to break down his whole 'contact phobia'.
Late night snack | Warren & Bruce
Warren tilted his head when he heard the crashing sound of electronics hitting the floor, and jumped down off the counter when he heard the cursing. Still holding a half eaten strawberry toaster pastry in one hand, he padded out to find the source of all the sound. After a moment, there was a tall blonde guy standing near Bruce and watching him. Looking overly thin, in a t-shirt, pj pants and an open bathrobe. Warren put the pastry in his mouth to hold it and walked over to help Bruce pick up his things. He spoke around the pastry in his mouth as best he could.
âYou okay?â
"Fuck...Yeah, I-I'm fine, thanks. Sorry to disturb you. I was trying my damnedest to be quiet." Bruce flushed and rolled his eyes. He hated being in the cliche 'nerd drops their books and someone helps them pick it up' scenarios. His clothes were rumpled, his hair was a mess, and this cute boy had just witnessed him dropping the contents of his bag on the floor.
Late night snack | Open
Toss one way, turn another, stare at the ceiling. Lather, rinse, repeat. Warren never had trouble sleeping before. Especially when he had a full day of classes, and homework. Maybe it was the new place, maybe it was the last few weeks of his life. Something was keeping him from his usual sleep like a baby status.Â
And now that he was fully awake, his stomach started to remind him that it had been oh, four hours since he had something to eat. This whole new metabolism was really freaking him out, and he hoped he wouldnât eat the academy out of house and home. Turning his head, he saw the bright red numbers 2:39 shining at him. With a groan, he hefted himself out of bed, and stretched his arms over his head. He felt his wings shift like they wanted to stretch too, but he had tried to get in the habit of wearing a t-shirt to bed. In case he had to dash outside for some reason. Feeling like that was not enough, he slipped a robe over his t-shirt and pj pants combo, but left it open.
He was impressed that he remembered his way to the cafeteria from the time he went there with Jean. Warren wished it wasnât so late, he could use some of her cooking right now. He padded with bare feet into the kitchen, and rifled around for something quick, something to tide him over. A box of toaster pastries caught his eye, and he slipped out a shiny silver envelope of those, and poured himself a rather generous glass of milk. Hopping up on the counter, he opened the package of toaster pastries and took a small bite.
Trying to creep as quietly down the hall as he could, Bruce cursed loudly as he dropped his laptop. It had been another late night in the labs (which was pretty much where he lived), and he was trying to get back without waking everyone and their mother up. Oops.
Bruce stooped to gather his shit and sighed wearily. He had gotten about three hours of sleep in the past two days, and it was taking its toll. He was clumsy, irritable and rather crazy looking.
mockingbobbi replied to your post: OOC: If anyone wants to, you canhit me up for a para ooc:
iâm down. bobbi or natasha :D
Awesome! Would you be able to start?
OOC: If anyone wants to, you can hit me up for a para
I'm having severe writer's block. *cry*
OOC: Clint, Tony...Did our XBox date die? ;A;
A 'Bad' Combination
âThatâs great! It showsâŠwell, feelsâŠâ He pondered the syntactical error in language as he gave the leg another squeeze, then moving his hand to his own leg for comparison; soon the boyâs face scrunched up into teary laughter as he raised his arms and flexed his biceps in jest. âPretty s-soon youâll be taking your shirt off and prancing around campus, giving everyone a look at the guns s-show! Youâll be giving Clint a run for his money!â With a quick wink and a fit of giggles, Tony closed his eyes as the curly haired boyâs hand softly ruffled his hair. With his eyes remaining closed, the boy started to think back to the last time someone had patted his hair in such a way.
The only memory which bled through the haze was of his old butler Jarvis doing so as he escorted him to the first of his boarding schools many years ago; it was a touch of such trust and reassurance, and Tony had tucked it away in the recesses of his mind to be revisited in the most inopportune of moments. Leaning forwards and resting his forehead against Bruceâs shoulder, he slowly inhaled to attempt to calm himself down. âInebriatedâs a funny word. I wonder if you can be outebriatedâŠâ The words of nonsense were muffled with the close proximity of the other boyâs shirt, disappearing into the weaves of material. Tilting back a little, Tony looked down at the aluminium can in his grasp and waved it in front of Bruceâs face. âYou can have some if you want. Itâs imported.â
"Wh-Why would I run around naked?! That's your thing..." Oh well. The way Tony pushed against his hand was comforting. His hair was warm and soft, like he took good care of it. Come to think of it, he probably did. Tony was rather vain. But it was endearing. Somewhat.
Listening to Tony's little rant about the mysteries of the English language, Bruce grinned and let Tony's head fall to his shoulder. It was a comfortable weight that made him relax a little. He waved away the can, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Nah, I'm...I'm good, thanks." Bruce glanced over at Clint to see what he was up to.Â
A 'Bad' Combination
Sticking his tongue out at Clint and staggering inside, Tony glanced at the TV and caught sight of the games console. âWhat, no Kinect? We sh-shouldâve gone to mine. My TVâs bigger. And I made my own s-system. I should get dad to sell it. Heâd make a killingâŠâ Seeing the dark curls of his other friend who was seated, a large toothy grin beamed across his face; if there was an air of tension or awkwardness in the room, Tony was definitely not going to sense it in the state he was in - if anything, heâd probably make it worse. âBrucie. Hey!â Plopping himself down in the comfortable seat directly next to Bruce, he playfully patted on his friendâs thigh, âit feels like we havenât s-seen each other in a while. How are you?â His gaze momentarily dropped down to the firm muscle of his leg which he was holding onto. âYou been working out?â
Bruce sucked in a sharp breath of air as Tony's hand slid up and down his leg. "A-Ah...I suppose? A little..." He'd been running some, but nothing to really change much. The comment made a dark flush creep up his chest. The memories from their last encounter made him cringe, what he remembered of it.
"You look... inebriated." Bruce couldn't help but grin crookedly at Tony disheveled state. He rubbed the other boy's hair gently and tilted his head.
