Um..Not exactly the..er..safest I presume..-Evan
Oh? Whatever’s the matter?
More importantly, how can I help?
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All right, sounds good.
I’ve been well — and yourself? Keeping busy?
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I apologize Ms. Noir. I suppose we should remedy that, then.
When are you back from America?
“Breathing is boring. You do it all the time without even realizing it. Live on the edge a bit. Scotch is my best friend.”
Loki. Always with the ability to creep into conversations even when he wasnt here. A stange talent. “His brother handed him over, then ran back to his land of the gods for something of some sort. Loki wont be out until Thor gets back sadly. There are mixed reactions about all of this of course.” He gave a shrug and poured himself a bit more scotch after taking a deep sip.
It was his turn to almost choke at the reply he got. “You dont like cupcakes? Bullshit. I made those myself, you know how delicious and expensive those have been rated?” Anthony shook his head, an idea forming. “I made some this morning, sweet tooth was kicking my ass. Eat one or take a shot of some sort of alcohol.” The challenge had been set. With enough waiting this might just become entertaining.
Tony’s view on the world was obviously very different from Tintin’s. Sure, breathing was boring, but it was essential. Tony had proven the world that being 100% human wasn’t necessarily essential to live — shown by his arc reactor. But Tintin was more of an old-fashioned sort of fellow. However, the reporter chose not to say anything. Scotch wasn’t really much of a friend or an acquaintance to him. He simply shrugged.
“Hmm, sounds a little complex. I hope things turn out well, though.” He offered a slight smile, almost reaching to pat Tony’s hand or shoulder like a good friend. However, something stopped him. Perhaps it was the man’s casualness, or the air that he kept that he was nearly untouchable.
Watching Tony almost choke, that was the initial reaction most people had. Followed by disbelief. He just didn’t like cupcakes, plain and simple. Tintin shook his head as Tony boasted, chuckling a little bit. However, the man propositioned something that the reporter did not like: cupcakes or alcohol.
Tapping his foot gently and softly against the ground, his knee bounced a little. He chewed on his lower lip as he thought, weighing the worse of the two and such. After a sigh, he shook his head and threw his hands up in the air as if giving up.
“I think the alcohol.” He really didn’t like cupcakes, and hey — one shot wouldn’t hurt.
(Source: tintinreporter)
Hallo, Evan! I remember you.
How have you been?
Tintin couldn’t help but smile as the girl tasted cocoa for the first time. He had a mug of the drink for himself, and sipped it as well.
“Isn’t it fantastic?” he said quietly, as he was still tired and it was in the middle of the night.
[/smiles] Not a problem.
Smiling, Tintin began to wander over to his kitchenette. “It’s a drink, made of chocolate. It’s very tasty!” He began to prepare it, since he didn’t want Alia to miss out on such a thing. Poor kid.
It only took a moment, but he handed her a mug of hot cocoa, warning her that it was hot.
All right. [/is finishing things up; brings tray over] Here you are.