Lunch Break (open)
Having bought a portable refrigerator and transfered half a package of blood into a travel mug (Iron Man themed, he can't remember if he bought it himself or if it was a gift and if it was who gave it to him) he set the thing to cool down to 2 degrees.
He was starving already and the blood supply in his workshop fridge started to look more and more appealing but he had business today, damn it. He can't go out with red eyes, he will be thrown into quarantine faster than he can blink.
Drinking a bottle of water just to give his stomach a rest he pushes his travel mug inside the small fridge and snaps it shut so the cool won't escape. Pushing the awkward to handle fridge into one of his bigger suitcases - he sadly won't be able to bring the armor - he checks his appearance once more in the mirror.
Brown eyes, brown hair, a lot of make-up and spray tan to make him look a little more alive. Pushing his phone deeper into his pants pocket he walks into the elevator and stares at his reflection some more.
Ms. Monroe is a little surprised to see him leave the Tower - is he developing Agorapobia?
Walking through the lobby and stepping outside he doesn't feel any fear, just annoyance. No, not Agoraphobia. Just general aversion to going outside.
The Above Average Building was just two streets down so he simply walks the distance instead of driving. (or flying. He's Iron Man, he should!)
Two to Four Hours listening to reviews and meeting possible new employees and promoting the new Head of Department and why had he let Pepper talk him into this. He has staff for this.
He couldn't even eat the fucking cake they are going to serve because it gives him fucking cramps because he can't fucking digest it anymore.
Pinching the bridge of his nose he needs a few minutes collecting himself before crossing the road. He shouldn't linger too much or else the pap arrive.