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WHO: Tony Stark, Cloud Strife, technically open if you want to hang
WHERE: The forge? I don't know the structure of this post eludes me, it might be just network, I might just be setting up a bunch of interactions for Cloud to have with everyone else like a benevolent god
WHAT: Tony's been making things and has packages for Reeve, Tommy, Sansa and Jon, and he's not doing all of that walking himself.
WARNINGS: It is genuinely not my fault that all of Tony's posts are horny and you should just expect it now.

a text to Cloud

hey

where are you?

you want a job, right?

Come to the forge.

Outside of the forge, sitting in front of the closed door very pointedly, were five lumpy bundles, the wrapping of these clearly not Tony's strong suit. One of them seemed to be just in a big leaf. They were all labled with thin tags of impressed aluminum tied or just placed on top for Cloud to figure out where they were supposed to go with just a name-- the rest, like who any of these people were and where to find them, was Cloud's job to figure out, apparently.

At least one of them should have been pretty easy.

C L O U D
It was...a chocobo? Or how Tony remembered a chocobo looking from the glance at it in Reeve's memory. Small, grey and surprisingly heavy, it wound up to go bouncing away on weirdly articulated legs. Did Tony think he was paying Cloud?

R E E V E
It's a head.
This might be what Tony thought a cat skull looked like. It wasn't much like the design he had left for Mini-C's skeletal structure in Reeve's sketchbook, he obviously had some time, and the obsessive insomnia turned to 11 after the sleep glut and nowhere to pour his creative energy, to take a more detailed turn, and he would have used the energy to make more of the structure but they were still tight on materials. What he did make was a few servos, dangling from the skull shape like a disembodied nerve system, and a prototype pair of hands tucked safely into the dome, too delicate to be very useful to Mini, but responding to their programming housed in the skull. The systems were done, was the point.

T O M M Y
Was this what he meant by hydroponics? It wasn't like Tony had managed to miss that bit of drama on the network. It wasn't assembled, a bunch of disparate pieces that didn't come with instructions, but a note that only read 'you need a tube'.

S A N S A
This bundle had a pair of brass combs in it, stamped, much like the labels on the packages, with roses. If Sansa hadn't figured out how to keep her hair from being a mess, maybe this would be a reminder.

J O N
A very tiny little knot of a rag, about as big as the label that sat under it, and felt light enough to be empty.
It seemed to only contain a gold chain.

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That I trust you and I care about you. That's how you ought to take it, I guess.

( Sansa grins at him and laughs a little. He's absolutely ridiculous but perhaps she needs a bit more ridiculous in her life these days. She could easily fall into melancholy if she wanted to but she has to be strong for James, strong for her family here, strong to keep her mask on. Laughing isn't such a terrible thing. )

If you're going to call me all these names that aren't my name, I guess I should call you some. You call me "Mama" all the time. Does that make you Daddy, then? Or does it not go that way?

[He did hear her the first time, but it really doesn't hurt to hear it again, even if Tony can't hold her eye and nuzzles his smile into her chest again. That's where he starts to laugh, not sure how she got to 'daddy', really, and if it had the same connotations where she came from.]

I don't think it goes that way, no. I didn't have a baby, that was all you. The little guy's going to have a weird enough life without starting that. Do boyfriends get called 'daddy' in Westeros? You guys must do some weird shit like that, tell me the worst.

( Sansa colors, yes, but she'd been in the care of Littlefinger long enough to know what men pay for in a brothel and the best thing little birds can do is listen when they can't fly free. Men share secrets on the pillows, after all, but she'd had to listen to the rest of it through the walls too. )

Some do. I've only ever been with two and neither of them wanted that. Tyrion was normal and only called me Sansa or Sweetling - normal things. The other one is nothing and no one. Men like to be called "my lord," even if they own the most pitiful piece of land there is. A man who wanted me but never had me wanted me to call him Uncle.

( She doesn't stop touching him throughout, fingers sliding through his hair and down his neck to rub a bit. She likes to touch and he seems to like it. )

Should I call you something? Not Daddy, I was only joking about that, but is there something you like? I'd like to make you happy, if I can.

['My Lord' makes complete sense to Tony, but 'uncle' is a step weird enough that he has to look up again with a grimace to make sure she isn't fucking with him, and sticks his tongue out. Certainly the worst, and a shade too close to recognizable than Tony was hoping for from this answer.]

I don't usually workshop the things I call people, it just sort of comes out. Does it make you happy then? I've got plenty. My last girlfriend mostly called me 'son of a bitch', is that something?

Your last girlfriend was an idiot, to start. Though, she is your last girlfriend and I'm your current...something so there's a reason I'm current and she is not.

( Sansa bops the end of his nose when he looks up and yes, it was meant to be as disgusting as he'd taken it. She had thought it disgusting herself. Calling Tony something is a pleasant prospect so she thinks for a moment. )

I'll just have to think it over, Mr. Stark, as you spend more time with me and show me your particular mannerisms. I'll find something eventually, I'm sure.

[That pause after 'current' is just a little too long for Tony's comfort, and his panic impulse is to wiggle himself free of his hug again to spread his hands up her back and pull her up into sitting with him. 'Something' isn't great, but does lower the adrenaline dosage enough so he's only mumbling] She wasn't wrong...

[Or an idiot, just went and died on him. It wasn't a healthy choice to get that close to 'girlfriend', and it's not really a healthy choice to talk about it, so he uses his new position to keep Sansa held upright with a generous handful of her ass and kisses his way across her breast to tease her nipple to a peak.]

I believe that can be arranged, I think some time can be found on the calendar for such an important matter.

( Sansa tries to say something else but it drops off into a sigh as she just enjoys herself instead. She expects this is to stop a conversation and honestly, it's probably a clever move on both their parts. )

Mm. Mayhap I'll just describe you instead. Persistent. Clever. Magnificent. I think I'm getting close. I just need to think a little more.

Is this helping?

[He snickers because the attention definitely is not helping, and he is also not stopping.]

You sound like you're naming a wizard now.

No, it's not, and such is my punishment in life to be subjected to you kissing me. As for the name, well. It'll come to me eventually. I hope so, anyway. It feels really impersonal to not have a lover's name for you.

( Especially since he's had half a dozen for her before they were remotely close to this. )

For now, though, I'm a little bird and you're my keeper. I'll fly away but I always come back.

['Lover's name' is also hard on Tony's heart, but he only gets as far as teasing his fingers between her thighs, testing how wet she still is before he's drawing away again to hold her up with his head cocked thoughtfully, not sure if that was a request for a compliment. Maybe. He hasn't dropped one in a little while.]

There's a lot of very sexy things about you right now, but I think the sexiest might be that your house is going to be full of people again soon and you're going to be perfectly poised like nothing happened. Am I right?

No one will know you were here at all. Should I risk not taking a bath? There's a chance my soldier will be able to tell, after all. His senses are more enhanced than mine.

( Sansa doesn't think they'd discuss it, though, so there's no one to hide from if it does happen. )

Other than that, I will be the utter portrait of composed. I'll be more queenly than I've ever been.

And that you've been hiding this cruel streak, that's also very sexy.

[He's giggling, not about to be the one to advise her either way how much she should be teasing the poor guy, Tony didn't know what he was getting out of this relationship with Sansa. He tips her back snuggly onto her pillow to finally peel himself away, arching his head and shoulders back off of the bed to stretch where he had been wound up tightly around her and hang upside down with a satisfied groan.]

Should I ask if you're going to be okay?

I won't be. You're going to leave and I'm going to be all alone again, pining for your touch.

( It's playful and sarcastic, though, not serious, and she touches what of his body she can reach. )

You're going to come back soon, aren't you?

[Grabbing blindly for her wandering hands is as much of an impulse as it is Tony's answer to her question.]

Seriously. You're okay?

I'm fine. I'll want you again soon but I won't die when you leave. I'll have to keep going on, after all, since I have a life to live.

( Sansa squeezes his hands a little in both affection and reassurance. )

I haven't gone clingy on you.

[He rolls up onto his knees again, apparently very intent on this, but she does look quite relaxed and Tony doesn't know what he would be looking for if she wasn't.]

No, it's--fine, yes, okay, yes.

[He leaves a kiss on her face instead before he's sliding off of the bed to find his pants.]

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