[ having his most plausible theory of simba's origins shot down means tony's back to square one, but he also recognizes when he's being shooed away, which is ... fine. created by humans still makes the most sense. there's also the idea that simba was born human, lived as a human, and was altered at some point, but live splicing of that nature is so scientifically ahead of their time it might as well be impossible. tony would sooner believe in a secret society of gions that simba was spirited away from. yet his dad's quote nags at him. what if that infinitesimal degree of probability with more zeroes than anything else actually happened?
simba doesn't seem open to playing twenty questions. the suit needs some maintenance, anyway. ] He tries his best, bless his code, [ tony mumbles about jarvis, pushing off the counter. ] I'll catch you later. [ he leaves for the hallway, but exclaims, ] Oh! [ in it and spins back around. ] Toilet ETA two to three days. Pants two weeks. Keep rockin' the white skirt, Marilyn.
[As Tony heads off to his workshop, he goes back to his room and returns to his makeshift nest. He's raided a couple other guest bedrooms to add some more padding to it, but otherwise seems content to sleep on the floor, if only because it doesn't have the weird quicksand feeling of the bed.
For a moment, he glances at the closet where he has the shield hidden away, but he pushes it from his mind and resolutely settles in to sleep.]
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simba doesn't seem open to playing twenty questions. the suit needs some maintenance, anyway. ] He tries his best, bless his code, [ tony mumbles about jarvis, pushing off the counter. ] I'll catch you later. [ he leaves for the hallway, but exclaims, ] Oh! [ in it and spins back around. ] Toilet ETA two to three days. Pants two weeks. Keep rockin' the white skirt, Marilyn.
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[As Tony heads off to his workshop, he goes back to his room and returns to his makeshift nest. He's raided a couple other guest bedrooms to add some more padding to it, but otherwise seems content to sleep on the floor, if only because it doesn't have the weird quicksand feeling of the bed.
For a moment, he glances at the closet where he has the shield hidden away, but he pushes it from his mind and resolutely settles in to sleep.]