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WHO: Tony and some glownies, and any witnesses to this experiment
WHERE: Sansa and Tyrion's house, the livestock nursery, anywhere in between
WHAT: Tony sees an obvious solution to a transportation problem.
WHEN: There's a few options in here, this is an extended period of time while Tony works out the problems and gets your input. Theadjacking imperative, talk amongst yourselves.
WARNINGS: Potential animal harassment and/or consumption. That one's on Tommy.
ALSO: I've got an OOC post if you want to hash something out with me/each other, or there's something known about these animals/places that I've messed up.

Suburban Cowboy
The effort of cleaning out the forge and getting the heat on had caused a deep-muscle kind of exhaustion that encouraged Tony to recuperate for a whole, like, ten minutes with his feet kicked up on a worktop he found he liked the feel of, thankful for the soldering iron that had come back from Risa with him so he could mostly work in stillness as he knitted some found fragments together with his tongue between his teeth and cheap sunglasses precariously on the end of his nose. His work wasn't manifesting the mechanism of the data points quickly, though, and he was going to have to reprogram his tablet if he was going to Frankenstein a working computer that in any way satisfied his level of patience before he could start making sense of any software. If the workforce in any way seemed to exist on this planet, Tony would have found a way to pay for this menial labour days ago. It was taking way too much time to actually get to work.

Trying to sleep at this point didn't help his focus; laying in his nest of what he identified as largely blackout curtains repurposed from around the forge and neighbouring factory, close enough to his workbench that he could fall into it at any moment, Tony just stared wide-eyed at the dark, vaulted ceiling listening to the profound lack of humanity around him. There was no familiar rush of traffic, or even constant hum of power. There wasn't even a satellite he could reach out to to listen in on the murmur of connection around the planet. There was just the tiny, little network of a handful of people, mostly silent on a good day. All he could hear was the alien fauna, so clear without the familiar noise pollution, like being isolated up in a mountain cabin: a rustle of leaves as something small darted through the underbrush outside, a repeating call that back home Tony would have identified as a toad but here was probably some kind of scavenger canid. And his muscles still ached, but not nearly enough to knock him out yet, not like the last few times he'd been able to convince himself to sleep.

He hadn't gone West from the area around the forge yet, finding himself straying into the centre of town where most of the activity and food was to be found when he could make the journey, but it wasn't a particularly long run in that direction before he found himself jogging around what felt like a common block of a subdivision. This could have been an admittedly still pretty alien, but cottagey area of Long Island; he felt like he could pass a yoga mom out on her early morning jog before the school rush at any moment. The surrealism was enough without a flicker of faint light that kept on catching his eye as he rounded the block. It wasn't bright enough for Tony to pinpoint immediately, but without any other lights on his whole run, it was hard to miss, and eventually he slowed enough to wander toward it, through a yard to a fenced off area.

Were those llamas glowing?

Glow-Ranching
The agricultural sector of this community, or any community, really, hadn't been of much interest to Tony so far. It seemed to be functional and producing edible products, and the details could be left to the kind of freaks who enjoyed that kind of information, like biologists and plant-mom millenials. What he hadn't considered until now was the potential for an untapped labour force. Every agricultural society in history had very quickly figured out that domesticating animals, whether it was dogs or cattle, to get their stuff from one place to another, was much more civilized than walking around like cavemen. This New Temba Colony was so far behind on their development. Most of them might have been advanced enough in their technological development back home to be well beyond this kind of system, into spaceflight or beyond, but the resources for that kind of thing were many and complex. These resources were right here, fueled by weeds and, by all accounts, pretty placid.

The livestock nursery was a surprisingly quiet place, and Tony's first scan didn't reveal any obvious foot traffic. It was the middle of the long day, though-- when the sun was at its peak for that long, it was difficult not to buy into the siesta lifestyle. Everyone could have been in the huge greenhouse, that did seem to be the centre of plenty of activity whenever Tony was in the area, so Tony took a moment to squint up at it across the street, hand shielding his eyes, hoping he might see someone through the glass to catch their attention.

Field Test
Tony was very close to the camera, but he wasn't quite looking at it, clearly attempting to balance it carefully so he could back away slowly, hands up and waiting for it the tablet to fall. Perfect, stable, it wasn't about to pitch off of the fence. In one hand seemed to be loops of rope, while he used the other to point at the camera now expectantly. "Okay, rolling. This is field test one, starting mark..." He spun around, searching, and found that his subject was about ten feet from where he had left her and called, "Hey. We're trying to do something here. Places, people." None of the glownies had learned Tony's language yet, including this one. He turned back to the camera, and tried a new tactic, "This is Llamrei, she's a champ, has lots of ideas to contribute to the project. Today we are going to see if we can ride her."

In the time it took Tony to jog over to the animal, there was a distinct shiver to the camera as someone disturbed the fence, and it wobbled just as Tony started to murmur sweet encouragement to his project and try to slide his makeshift reins into place. The tablet hit the dirt at the same time as Tony went, "Woah, sorry!"

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It's not that he's particularly sensitive about what he is so much as his having a hard time trying to figure out if Tony's being serious or joking. Cayde lets the matter go easily enough, continuing to play the part of bystander as Tony continues to try and get familiar with the glownie.

Don't think too hard on it. It's what the Exo would have said were he aware of the thoughts that pass through Tony's head with the mention of the Farm. It's exactly that, well, mostly. Okay, it used to be. It still has chickens and a few cows, anyway.

"Fresh is always better," he says at the man's response, at least appearing amused by it. "Think you're supposed to get 'em used to some weight on their back before you try actually getting on one." The suggestion is made with a nod towards the creature. "If that's what you're aiming for anyway."

Cayde could have been creating an elaborate ball-farming fantasy for them to play in until Tony noticed that he was looking toward the glownie, and Tony wanted to know how they were going to agree which side of a ball was its back without lifting the veil. That was a disappointing loss. Despite what could have been, that did sound like good advice that Tony hadn't considered yet-- he had only calculated for a maximum weight, not what it would take for one of them to understand what maximum weight was. "How much do you weigh?" he asked in response, scanning Cayde to try to develop a rough estimate. If he was muscle under there, and he really did move like his height would suggest, this would have been an easy estimate, but Tony didn't even know the alloys Cayde was made of, never mind what systems he was teasing Tony with.

Yeah, Tony'd have to have that fantasy all on his own. Cayde had been more interested in the chickens for his time on the Farm. He'd even brought one home with him once they'd won the City back. No problems with animals personally. Trying to ride one? He's probably doing them a favor by not.

"If you're considering using me as a weight one, I take offense, and two, I don't wanna give the poor girl a hernia."

The Exo straightens from the fence, glancing around to see if there's anything else to be of use. "If all else fails, you can just kinda...lean against her, see how she takes it."

This time, Tony had no apology, and instead gestured to ask how he was supposed to know that was offensive. They could avoid that kind of misunderstanding in the future if Cayde would just let Tony completely take him apart, it was an easy fix, Cayde was the one making this exchange difficult.

Even with Cayde's help scanning the area, there wasn't an obvious weight-testing object in range, and no one else that Tony thought would be useful here. Billy must have weighed approximately 20 pounds soaking wet, he would have been a good test run, but Tony only had an apparently hulking robot to help him out. The suggestion to run this simulation in the first place was a good enough one that Tony was willing to listen to Cayde's further advice, though this time he did look somewhat skeptical as he clicked his tongue again and gave the rope a tug to try to get the glownie to stop wandering around for him. First, Tony tried a pat to its back, which it didn't seem to mind at all, then looked back to Cayde as he did what he was told and kinda...leaned against her. At least, what Tony thought what this instruction meant, which was to drape his arms over her back and let her take his weight against her side.

To her credit, she didn't completely short out, but the action was clearly enough to slowly push her to one side and once she entered dangerously overbalanced territory, she shivered and bolted suddenly forward, leaving Tony to stumble and let the rope go to trail sadly after her. After a beat, where Tony patted at the curly hair clinging to his shirt now, he offered with minimal enthusiasm, "I think we're getting somewhere."

See, even Cayde can make deliveries that can't be parsed as serious or otherwise. He gestures back, equally vague. Talk about taking him apart, he'd probably smack the man upside the head.

Again the Exo settles, watching to see what Tony will do. He starts to nod as the guy leans across the glownie. He chuckles a little when the creature decides this it all very awkward and makes her getaway.

"Hey, you didn't land on your face at least. Just think of how that would've gone if you skipped a step and just jumped aboard."

With a twirling hand near his head, the cogs turning, Tony assured Cayde, "Oh, I've thought about it." He wouldn't have been taking so much time already if he hadn't already envisioned with excruciating detail what being flung off of a glownie might entail, and while it was mostly embarrassment, it wasn't the kind Tony usually consented to in public. Even this was probably moving too fast, they should have been exercising the animal in controlled circles like Tony was supposed to do when his horse could use some cool down for a week from a hard game. This wasn't a horse, though, the rules were unclear.

Tony gave a short jog to catch up with his rope snaking through the grass and pluck it up to slowly coax Llamrei out of her escape trajectory, and heading back toward them again at her leisurely trot. "Why don't you get in here and try a lean, hotshot?" he proposed, jerking his head for Cayde to join him. "Maybe she'll like you more. If you're just here for a show, tickets aren't free. You've gotta show me yours."

"I've got my lean right here," the Hunter replies with a grin, patting the fence in front of him. Yet he obliges after a moment, setting a gloved hand on the fence before he vaults over it and saunters in.

"You were doing fine." He does mean that. No falls, no getting trampled. That's a definite plus. Once Cayde gets close enough, he holds out his hand towards the glownie, lowering his voice as he slows his steps.

"Hey there, girl. You having a hard time with chin beard here?"

To the credit of these animals, they did all seem to be very laid back. Maybe because all of the ones Tony had encountered had been living in captivity for long enough to get used to this sort of thing, but there was a big difference between Sansa and Cayde that the glownie really didn't seem to mind at all. What a peaceful way to live ones life, Tony admired.

Tony crossed his arms where he stood, rope tucked under one to hold it as Cayde approached the creature, head cocked curiously and hoping she wouldn't behave for Cayde just a little bit just to prove she was on Tony's side here. He wasn't sure how to take what Cayde called him, starting to laugh with a baffled furrow of his brow and asked, "Where do you think a beard goes? Are you hiding one somewhere else?"

Once it seems like the glownie will permit him, Cayde rests a gentle hand on her head. "Don't get all complicated on me, Tony. You'll confuse the horse." Sheep? Glownie. Whatever. It makes no sense, sure, but he's sticking to his guns.

"There's a good girl," he continues, and in a completely different tone as people are wont to do when speaking to animals and sometimes very small children. Gradually moving his hand along to the glownie's neck, he gives it a soothing pat, his gaze flicking towards the creature's back.

"...why we doing this again?" He's sure he missed that note. Of course if it's going to be chalked up to boredom, can he really blame the guy?

"She's got a beard, kind of--" Tony agreed, gesturing with an open hand just about everywhere to encapsulate the curly-haired coverage. She knew all about beards, Cayde was clearly at a disadvantage here and outnumbered by class mammalia. And he was clearly stalling, but Tony was happy to talk about his lofty plans. "We've got a lot of junk to move around, and we're in no position to be producing cars or Sparrows any time soon, we don't have the materials. It takes forever to come all the way up here and bring something back to the forge. I figured, if a bunch of illiterate monkeys who thought farts were the demons escaping could nail this, we'd stand a decent chance of training up some transportation. We've got a gal weaving her own cloth, we're living on weird potatoes that we have to grow ourselves, read the room."

Pointedly the Exo gestured about them. Figurative rooms aside, it was the first he'd heard of potatoes and local weavers.

"Fair enough," he admitted, and with no small amount of reluctance if with just a little laugh at the thought of farting monkeys. Seeing no protests from Llamrei, he rested an arm over the glownie's back, watching for any signs of agitation.

"...we still good?" He reached over to pat the creature's neck with his other hand. "Okay, doubling up." Both arms over the glownie's back, Cayde looked over at Tony, considering.

"Yeah okay, this ain't gonna work," he noted. "Bare-backing aside, even if you did manage to coerce the lovely lady to ride, there is no graceful way for you to vault up there." And he imagined it would just possibly spook the beast more.

That the glownie didn't immediately abandon Cayde like she had Tony was only a little hurtful, Tony really thought they had been building a good bond here. He muttered, "I loosened it for you," with a pout while Cayde seemed to have a rest there, but couldn't help but start to smile at the longer Llamrei put up with the attention. They had a real Glownie Whisperer here.

So Tony was surprised when Cayde wasn't optimistic and demanded, "What?" at his doubt with an open hand at the love connection they were making. They were not seeing the same thing. The only reason Cayde provided was an obvious dare, but Tony was so incensed by this poor conclusion and jealousy at Llamrei putting up with Cayde where she quickly had had enough of Tony, that of course he took the bait. "First of all, bare-backing joke, we'll cycle back around to it," he started, not able to think fast enough of something that wasn't horrifically beastialistic in these conditions, "Second of all, have you never even seen someone ride a horse? You just, get up there. Look." He was waving Cayde off, approaching with purpose while Llamrei chewed blankly on some grass.

It wasn't that Cayde had been planning to actually try loading himself onto the glownie anyway, but he'd honestly took some consideration of the height differences and Llamrei herself into account. He rolled his optics at the mentioned potential of a joke, then stepped back as Tony waved him away.

"Sure I have. On ancient videos, but those were like...shows and things so I'm pretty sure they had a more suitably trained animal who was prepared for idiots to leap up onto their backs." Or fall off or play at being shot at, but that's besides the point.

Not that he was going to get upset if Tony did manage to get aboard and convince the glownie that he belonged there, but neither could the other say Cayde hadn't warned him if the poor girl dumped him.

The only thing that made Tony hesitate now was to wonder, "Do you have horses?", briefly frozen with the conceptual horror of this, both hands on the glownie's shoulder where he meant to be patting. A future with a totally depopulated Earth was supposed to mean nature had reclaimed the area, not that humans died out and took everything with them and only metallic constructs could exist anymore.

This pause did not last long. It wasn't that Tony forgot that they literally just had the trot-before-you-canter conversation, but Cayde's doubt was that much more prescient and Tony wasn't going to let it take hold. There was a practiced fluidity to Tony's impulsive vault onto Llamrei's back; she wasn't a particularly tall animal, considering, and polo skills were really just a series of very serious talks with oneself to get back up onto that horse before this other one trampled you. In hindsight, it might have been Tony's ease that allowed this to happen at all, because once he was up there, he and Llamrei both froze. Her ears were very much pinned back, apparently simply to remind Tony that this was a bad idea, making him very not sure what to do next. He definitely wasn't going to coax her to move, he had already gone well past the boundaries there. Instead, he went, "Uh..." and looked to Cayde, hoping his available advice hadn't stopped at 'lean against her'.

Llamrei solved this problem for them by suddenly pitching forward to lower herself to the ground, and started to roll, like Tony was an irritant to scratch off of her back.

"Personally? No. Hawthorne had a few at the Farm." It was a reminder that there were still people who chose to rough it outside of the City, and they were doing a damn good job of it.

Lowering his hands, Cayde hesitated from folding his arms across his chest when Tony flung himself up onto the glownie. If he still had the need to breathe, that pause would have definitely been a breath held. His glowing eyes ticked towards Tony, meeting the other's gaze, and although he saved his words, the look on his face could probably be read as 'Yeah, that was stupid.'

He didn't get a chance to try and make a grab for Llamrei's makeshift halter as the creature decided to break the tension like the inevitable pull of a rubberband. At least that wasn't too great a surprise. The probability of something bad happening vastly trumped the positive that had crossed his mind in the span of seconds that Tony had made the leap.

It was about that much time that he took to take to action himself, jerking forward the moment the glownie did. He wasn't sure how well Tony was going to stick to Llamrei's back, but with her intent clear, it wouldn't be all that longer. The Exo's only hope was to grab a hold of the man and yank him back before he could figure out how much a glownie weighed and how it felt to be bread dough beneath a fluffy rolling pin.

Tony would have been more prepared for her to try to buck him off, that was normal, and wasn't sure what his move would have been in this case without Cayde making his move. His base instincts had kicked in for him, for all they were worth, and the gold undersuit had burst out of his skin, coating what was exposed of his arms down to his fingertips and slithering restlessly up his neck until Tony could take a deep breath, sending it dripping back down under his collar. Hey, maybe in a few millennia the Iron Man he had tried to call would make it across the expanse of space to save Tony from a lumbering sheep, what a thing to look forward to. He was far, far too reliant on the suit after so many years with it, clearly, to let Cayde be the one to save his skin there. Either Tony had to sharpen his senses again, or he was going to need another suit, stat.

With his own feet securely under him, Tony still hung onto Cayde's shoulder like he might if he had his choice of metal saviour, metaphorically, where he gave Cayde a pat of gratitude for his quick reflexes and good enough nature to not want to see Tony a little bit crushed. Meanwhile, Llamrei was on her back in the grass, weird spindly legs kicking lazily as she wiggled, trying to get at that itch. Majestic beast. Frowning at this undignified display, Tony still said, "I think that went well."

Maybe sheep-horse-things were wired differently. Cayde wasn't about to question an alien creature's behavior when he had no idea how it normally acted, although along those lines he began to wonder that perhaps they should take that into consideration in trying to tame one for transportation.

That thought could wait for the time being. What the heck was that that just happened?

The Exo stood with Tony clinging there like some odd movie poster, but his attention had long shifted from the rolling glownie, fixed on Tony, or rather the man's arms as though he'd sprouted an extra pair like the Fallen. He eased his own hold on the guy, taking the pat as a thanks as well as an okay to let him stand on his own. Then he looked at Llamrei wriggling about, snorting in a brief laugh.

"Could'a gone better." But no pancake people here, so yeah. 'Well.' He'd give it that. "So what the hell was that anyway?" he asked, rounding back to what he'd been sure he'd seen. "Your arm, stuff started getting all shiny like you took a dip in molten metal."

There wasn't any damaging reason to try to distract from what Cayde had clearly already seen; it wasn't as though Tony's flirtation with transhumanism made him Iron Man, or that this would even mean anything to someone from another dimension, stuck on a completely separate again planet. Still, Tony had a moment of panic, and demanded with a hard grin, "Didn't I already tell you? I'm Midas," before shrugging this combativeness off with a roll of his eyes at himself, sorry. That wasn't even the right metaphor. He turned his arm outward as he pushed up his sleeve to show Cayde the evenly spaced ports dotted up the inside of his forearm, looking so much like deliberate punctures that the nano-network pooled around as it stitched together again. "You don't get to come at me like that, by the way. I don't know if you've seen a mirror lately, but the general effect is shiny," he pointed out, waving with his free hand at Cayde's situation while his glove formed again, then raised it with pride, Vanna White with a fabulous prize. "Anyway, is there something wrong with your optics? I've always looked like this, what do you mean?" he said, deeply serious and concerned before his smile returned. It could have been true, it was his colour and Tony sang for effect, "I walked into the room dripping, in gold," and it didn't elude him why that particular track was the one that might have popped into his head, or that he was talking too much, trying to find something to stick. This was not a trick he was used to showing off; it felt like revealing the breastplate that he had upended his life to keep concealed.

Cayde affected a flat sort of look, optics lidding with Tony's initial response. Yet he held his figurative tongue to see if an actual explanation was forthcoming, unsure of what he was expecting. Even when Tony did roll his sleeve up to give him a clearer look at the whole occurrence again, minus the panic of a rolling glownie, the Exo wasn't sure what he was looking at.

"I make shiny look good, and for me it's natural. You on the other hand- that's a new trick, at least from my P-O-V." He brought a gloved hand up to poke at the nano-coated arm, curious. "Gave yourself upgrades?"

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"Some of us need some extra help, there's no shame in that. Thank you, Dr. Zizmor," Tony said, and he knew even as he did that he was going to have to get some material with a broader appeal in the rotation because he knew he was getting microscopically local at this point and there was no way that didn't just confused Cayde further. If he didn't know what hockey was, there was no way a New York subway icon was going to survive the pop culture apocalypse.

The poking wasn't a problem, despite Tony's anxiety, and he brought his hand flat between them for Cayde to wonder about all he wanted, twisting it in the light to show off the joint matrix, a distinct hexagonal scale texture that caught the sunlight despite being smooth like skin. "Was it prejudiced of me to assume you knew anything about transhumanist bio-electronics? Have you really never seen anything like this?" That wasn't meant to be disparaging, Tony couldn't imagine that Cayde's functions didn't at least partially run on a similar nano-network, if not a further advanced one. "It's just an interface. My nervous system," he pointed at himself, "machines," and pointed at-- not directly at Cayde, but the general concept of machinery and definitely not anything in particular that would help him in a poorly thought out glownie training venture.

"Didn't say there was," the Exo replied, dismissing references he didn't understand as he came to figure that such things were a permanent part of Tony's speech patterns. "Nope, never seen anything like it. Or if I did, maybe I forgot. Transhumanist?"

That totally sounded like a made up word to him, but then wasn't that what most words were in the long-run? He gave a shrug, finally retracting his own hand from his curious prodding.

"So you got super tiny machines installed to make you instant armor? Sounds handy. Also makes me wonder what all kinda computer-geeking you do exactly that you need armor. Surely not breaking in horses." There was a grin at the end of that. He could tease, couldn't he? And it wasn't like the earlier endeavor was so easily forgotten, especially not with Llamrei there in front of them.

That Cayde assumed the undersuit was a kind of armor made Tony open his mouth to correct him defensively, only to snap it shut again, knowing that would have been far more revealing than just letting it go, and it better justified why Tony thought it was necessary when trying to train a glownie. He turned back to Llamrei at the reminder, frowning at her because she had grown exhausted of her scratching and was now laying quite still on her side in the grass, which was either a well earned respite from her action-packed day, or a strong sign of the slow, suffering death Tony had just caused with a double pronged attack of both physical and emotional stress.

"It's a philosophy," Tony decided to explain instead, because it was insane that Cayde hadn't heard the word, or at least had his own context for it to make the connection, as he sank down next to Llamrei to give her a pat to the side and surreptitiously check if she was still breathing. Good, not dead yet. "That states that it is of ethical imperative that we, as humans, work toward not only betterment, but a total social physical and mental equality through self-directed evolution. That humanity, and technology, is at a state that to not combine both to create a post-human society where technology is used to heighten the state of the individual, is actively cruel." Stroking down Llamrei's flank while she snorted into the dirt, Tony stared inquisitively at Cayde, wondering if he could possibly think of himself as transhumanist within those tenets, or if the circumstances of his existence were too far outside of them. "Computer-geeking to build a better body," he concluded.

It certainly wasn't a word that Cayde would apply to the circumstances of his being. Of his fragmented memory, he remembered that much of how he'd come to be. At least he was pretty sure that was him. He hated thinking about it too much, as it always invited that niggling feeling of doubt to worm its way into his thoughts.

"That right? Huh." Now, from a standpoint of technological advancements to help better mankind? Sure, he could see that. Exos still weren't on that list. Heightening the state of the individual... The furrow of his metal brow and the lidding of his optics suggested a wrinkling nose that he otherwise didn't have.

He shrugged it off and looked back at the suddenly still glownie, momentarily wondering the same thing and subsequently relieved when she snorted, a sigh of his own expelled, or at least the sound and slump of his body. Folding his arms, he eyed Tony for the look he was being given, offering nothing until the conclusion, for which he gave a nod. All right. He'd accept that. People had strange and dangerous hobbies.

Ice cold. Tony could have shivered at that nod, but he let it channel into frustration, empty hand raised limply before dropping it to his thigh. Shaking his head in response, he went, "Nothing?" and frowned with pursed lips at that weird expression Cayde was making. That would have been hard to read on human features, never mind someone who seemed adamantly against giving Tony a break on this one. It wasn't like it was a secret that he wasn't a meatbag; Tony didn't understand the reticence.

"Okay, well," he said as he stretched back up onto his feet, turning that irritation on the glownie, "she might be done for the day." Or maybe the week, it was hard to tell. "Thanks for the help," he did kind of mean sincerely, despite the mixed results, but Tony couldn't quite bring himself to look grateful.

"Look, if you wanted to explain more, you would. You're a talker, right? You've got questions too, and I can't guarantee answers." Tony's face, unlike his, wasn't too difficult to read for the wonders of human musculature, of flesh and bone. Identifying people's tells, that was something of a habit of his that had transcended gambling tables.

"Wanna swap stories some time? Let's hit up a bar. ...does this place have a bar? Aw man, do we gotta make one? I know they got alcohol of some sort if that party was anything to go by."

Cayde clapped a hand on Tony's shoulder once he was up on his feet again. There were no objections to calling it for the day. "Yeah, sure thing." He didn't feel particularly accomplished, aside from maybe at least helping spare Tony a hospital trip, but he took the thanks and the general mood as his cue that he should go.

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pffff I just realized I completely switched tenses those last several poses whoooops

get out of here

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this is more clunky than usual I am so sorry

it's okay!!

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