Oct 14, 2015
"I wonder if the rest of your hair is starting to grey also..."
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Tony ran a hand through his hair. “My hair is perfectly fine.”
The hair on the back of his neck stood up, glaring at him.
“Both of them are older then you four times over, little boy.”
“You can’t say I’m going grey and then call me a boy you hypocrite! So admit it, you and your antiques are super old and ugly and I’m still super cute.”
“You’re as cute as much as I hate time.”
He snarked, hand resting on the handle of his sword, leaning forwards to take a lock of the notepad’s hair between his gloved fingers.
“Oh wait, you’re not going grey. You’re going green! My bad.”
