[ to the side, tony whistles and points downward. he says, "dum-e. claw clippings on my rug. take care of 'em," and dum-e beeps in answer and rolls to a cabinet. satisfied with that, tony watches simba flex his trimmed claws, admiring his own handiwork. then, the thought invasive, he compares the size of simba's forearm to his own neck and trips on how the gion's biceps are even thicker. ]
Hm? Oh. [ he tears his eyes away, the distraction deemed unimportant and thus forgotten. ] Yeah, sure. Remember to leave a tip and set up your next appointment.
[He's vaguely aware of inflation and the fact that it exists, but to him, a dime would be a pretty good-sized tip. The thought of flipping Tony a coin is somehow amusing - like he even needs the money. Not like it was back in the day, when a nickel could buy you dinner.]
You'll have to take an IOU.
[Like he's ever going to have his own money again - although he's sure Tony would give it to him if he actually needed it. But he doesn't, because he doesn't ever leave the house. He feels restless suddenly, and he knows it's silly. He lives in the lap of luxury, after all. He doesn't need to leave Tony's house, but he still wants to see what it's like outside, in the real world.]
Freeloader, [ tony calls him with a quick sly but fond smirk and look from the corner of his eye. from dum-e's direction, something metallic clangs, but this is apparently normal and gets no reaction. ]
[It's become normal enough for him in a short time that he doesn't even react to the clang of metal. Instead, he chuckles deep in his chest.]
I just made you dinner, that's gotta count for something, right?
[Not enough to balance the hypothetical scales, he knows that, but at least it's one small thing he can do for Tony. Someone has to make sure he eats regularly, anyway.]
[ the chuckle constricts tony's chest, a feeling similar to when he spied pepper in her blue dress across the ballroom floor. he doesn't know how to define it, so tony breathes in deep past it, or as much as he can with his reduced lung capacity. ] Sure, if you learn to cook something more than meat. I'm as red-blooded as any male, but variety is a spice.
[ in truth, he considers the debt to still be weighted toward his end. saving his life, giving him this second chance, really tips the scales. if only he could've repaid yinsen in person, too. ]
[He nudges Tony's head slightly with his, somewhere between a headbutt and a face rub. Whatever it is, it's friendly and (platonically) affectionate, something more than a little feline.]
I've only been doing this cooking thing - with a real kitchen - for a couple weeks, okay? Go easy on me. It's a big step up from a fire and one pot. And I still don't know what half the stuff in the refrigerator is.
[ "oh my god, a carrot?" gasps tony, open hand held to his chest with mock excitement, but the nudge from simba quickly breaks the act and pushes out a quiet smile from him. if he were better positioned, tony might be tempted to scratch around the gion's ears and cheeks. he knows simba likes that.
the gion continues and dum-e wheels into view carrying a handheld vacuum. tony watches him crane his arm close to the rug, waiting for the inevitable interruption. ] More than I've done in a couple dec– [ he starts, then VRRRROOOOOMM MMMMM OOOMMMMMM, yells dume's vacuum, oblivious to any conversation. aaand there it is. ]
[He might not react to a vacuum like a normal cat does, but he does flatten his ears against his head at the noise; his sense of hearing is too acute for him to tolerate it too long.]
Gotta do it over the trash can next time, [he mutters, not necessarily for Tony to hear, just as an aside to himself. Sighing, he raises his voice a little.]
[ tony nods and pushes himself up. a diagnostic readout that jarvis prepared needs his attention, anyway; he noticed a fractional increase on the reactor's power use in the suit. sustained flight always drains it the most, but he wants to check it out. might be an area he can improve.
the cuddle session was nice, if mainly for simba's benefit. too bad dum-e ruined it. tony crosses his arms. ] You have no propriety, [ he reminds him. dum-e quirks his facsimile of a face, beeps, and dutifully carries on. ]
[He does feel more relaxed now - not quite reduced to a puddle the way he might be if Tony had started rubbing behind his ears, but content in a way he hadn't quite known he was missing till now.
Rising from the couch, he stretches, then reaches down to pat Dum-E.]
Aw, I'm sure he didn't mean it. [He smiles at Tony.] I'm gonna head back up now. [He's noticed that Tony usually fiddles around with the suit whenever he returns - fixing it or upgrading it or whatever - and he's usually too absorbed with what he's doing to talk much. Which is entirely understandable, and very boring to watch.
He waits for Tony to acknowledge him and let him out of the shop, and he makes his way back up to his bedroom. He's not in the mood for television tonight, instead settling down with his tablet and going back to the history book he's currently reading. Eventually, he drifts off to sleep while he's reading, still clinging to that feeling of contentment.]
[ before simba leaves the workshop, tony tells him to stop messing with dum-e's learning algorithm and then shoos him away, heading straight for the largest workstation and leaving him to find his own way out. but from his periphery, guarded by monitors hanging and standing, tony watches him ascend the stairs. alone, he thoughtfully fiddles with the stylus until jarvis asks him how he wants the diagnostic results.
he splits them between screens. refocuses. numbers and code, tony can easily and comfortably understand. other things, like certain feelings in relation to certain other people, are a work in progress. ]
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Hm? Oh. [ he tears his eyes away, the distraction deemed unimportant and thus forgotten. ] Yeah, sure. Remember to leave a tip and set up your next appointment.
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[He's vaguely aware of inflation and the fact that it exists, but to him, a dime would be a pretty good-sized tip. The thought of flipping Tony a coin is somehow amusing - like he even needs the money. Not like it was back in the day, when a nickel could buy you dinner.]
You'll have to take an IOU.
[Like he's ever going to have his own money again - although he's sure Tony would give it to him if he actually needed it. But he doesn't, because he doesn't ever leave the house. He feels restless suddenly, and he knows it's silly. He lives in the lap of luxury, after all. He doesn't need to leave Tony's house, but he still wants to see what it's like outside, in the real world.]
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I just made you dinner, that's gotta count for something, right?
[Not enough to balance the hypothetical scales, he knows that, but at least it's one small thing he can do for Tony. Someone has to make sure he eats regularly, anyway.]
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[ in truth, he considers the debt to still be weighted toward his end. saving his life, giving him this second chance, really tips the scales. if only he could've repaid yinsen in person, too. ]
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[He nudges Tony's head slightly with his, somewhere between a headbutt and a face rub. Whatever it is, it's friendly and (platonically) affectionate, something more than a little feline.]
I've only been doing this cooking thing - with a real kitchen - for a couple weeks, okay? Go easy on me. It's a big step up from a fire and one pot. And I still don't know what half the stuff in the refrigerator is.
[What do you even do with an avocado?]
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the gion continues and dum-e wheels into view carrying a handheld vacuum. tony watches him crane his arm close to the rug, waiting for the inevitable interruption. ] More than I've done in a couple dec– [ he starts, then VRRRROOOOOMM MMMMM OOOMMMMMM, yells dume's vacuum, oblivious to any conversation. aaand there it is. ]
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Gotta do it over the trash can next time, [he mutters, not necessarily for Tony to hear, just as an aside to himself. Sighing, he raises his voice a little.]
You mind getting up?
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the cuddle session was nice, if mainly for simba's benefit. too bad dum-e ruined it. tony crosses his arms. ] You have no propriety, [ he reminds him. dum-e quirks his facsimile of a face, beeps, and dutifully carries on. ]
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Rising from the couch, he stretches, then reaches down to pat Dum-E.]
Aw, I'm sure he didn't mean it. [He smiles at Tony.] I'm gonna head back up now. [He's noticed that Tony usually fiddles around with the suit whenever he returns - fixing it or upgrading it or whatever - and he's usually too absorbed with what he's doing to talk much. Which is entirely understandable, and very boring to watch.
He waits for Tony to acknowledge him and let him out of the shop, and he makes his way back up to his bedroom. He's not in the mood for television tonight, instead settling down with his tablet and going back to the history book he's currently reading. Eventually, he drifts off to sleep while he's reading, still clinging to that feeling of contentment.]
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he splits them between screens. refocuses. numbers and code, tony can easily and comfortably understand. other things, like certain feelings in relation to certain other people, are a work in progress. ]