you scared me - babs
@barbaraxxgordons
“Oh, oops. Sorry, kid. It’s these dancer’s reflexes of mine. I’m light on my feet.” Tony struck a passable imitation of a pirouette before settling onto his feet again. He held up the metal briefcase he’d brought with him. “I fiddled with your leg braces, did a few upgrades. I thought you’d like ‘em back. Is this a bad time?”












