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Archivist Catch-All

WHO: Jon & YOU
WHERE: Coruscant - Various places
WHAT: Coruscant Event catch-all. Some open, some closed prompts. See what your little Eldritch avatar has been doing...
WHEN: Coruscant Event
WARNINGS: One of them includes Tony. Approach at own risk.

The Perfect Gift [ OPEN ]

Coruscant is- A lot. A lot of city, a lot of people a lot of- Everything. Even for Jon, who has been living in London for a good decade now. But even London seems unnaturally small compared to Coruscant. And yet living there has ensured that Jon isn't intimidated by crowds. In fact, he has come to find himself quite capable of adjusting himself to their situation and as he learns more about the planet and its inhabitants, Jon also learns more about how to navigate it and find that which he is looking for.

Which proves invaluable While out to acquire goods and supplies he deems useful for their inevitable return to Temba.

It's a long list Jon has for himself. A variety of clothes and footwear are on it, including some actual swimwear, equipment and supplies for his little chemistry lab, writing utensils, notepads, new variants of tea and other luxuries, a couple of handy little tools and - Gifts. And especially those gifts prove to be the difficult part. Since the person Jon is trying to find a gift for is none other than Tony. The man that tries to fix everything and constantly makes gifts for others himself. Finding a gift for such a man is harder than one might wish to think.

Apparently a selection of treats are about to become part of the assortment of gifts Jon has already picked up and he is currently studying the packaging of what may be actual chocolate. One can never go wrong with some sweets and a good wine. Jon smiles softly to himself and his attention drifts over to something that is either a futuristic bottle opener or a very peculiar toy, making him frown before reaching out to pick it up, vaguely addressing either the person next to him or no one in particular. "No idea what this is, but- I'm curious."

Being A Monster [ OPEN ]

Some may say it is ill-advised for Jon to be heading down into the lower levels of this multi-layered city. And yet here he is, his worn clothes and too large poncho making him easily melt into the crowd of beings who ignore his seeking stare. A stare that isn't seeking for difficulties with finding its target, but rather because every being down here proves to be a remarkably suited target for his needs.

He takes the easy route and turns into the next bar he passes. There are plenty of dreadful stories here for him to request, confine to memory and later record. Which will have to wait until they are back in Temba, since his tape recorder has not been brought along on this trip.

It's later that night - Or maybe early the next morning that the Archivist returns to the hotel they are all staying in. His steps swaying a little from the alcohol, but a contentment rarely seen by many on his expression. He even gives a cheerful wave to anyone else he encounters at this odd hour. "Someone is up early!"

Among Force Sensitives [ CLOSED to Obi-Wan ]

It's not without a healthy degree of trepidation that Jon walks up to the intimidating structure that he has been told to be the Jedi Temple. He is dressed in a set of new clothes, which he assumes to be local enough in style and clear of the wear and grime of the clothes he has been wearing down over the past months on Agra 10. Well fitting grey pants covering the better part of dark boots and a light, long-sleeved tunic paired with a very functional messenger bag is just one outfit the Archivist has come to pick up so far and he finds himself particularly happy to now own some footwear that isn't meant to be purely decorative while one spends the better part of the day behind a desk.

Though even his new attire doesn't fully keep Jon from pausing briefly in his steps to look up the massive building. Home and training ground of the Jedi. Jedi like Cal and Obi-Wan and Ezra. Beings sensitive to an energy field called The Force.

Beings that can sense something is not right with him.

Jon swallows once, hand tightening around the strap of his bag before he pushes forward, expression set into a stubborn set of determination. It will be fine. The Jedi Master has agreed to accompany him into the Temple, meaning Jon won't be heading in there by himself. It will be fine.

At the top of the stairs, he comes to another stop, finding himself looking up at massive columns of a height that raises questions for the Archivist. Questions he will be keeping to himself at least for the time being before taking his attention back down and looking around for the man he is supposed to meet up here at the very entrance of the Temple, muttering to himself. "...Christ. I hope he hasn't forgotten."

It's a date! [ CLOSED to Tony ]

New clothes that actually fit him and that Jon feels good in are but one of the things this planet has provided. Another thing is the chance to get his hair cut back to a more reasonable length, get the items required for a decent shave and of course have a proper bath. Small luxuries that add noticeably to Jon feeling human again. And to provide him with the confidence to ask Tony out for a proper date. How many chances like this will they get anyway?

The beings tending to their needs at their hotel have been quite helpful to him with setting everything up and recommending the right places not too far away. From a good, rather exclusive restaurant high up in a tall spire looming over Coruscant's upper level along with similar, yet distant skyscrapers and providing an excellent view to an artificially created and very unique park at the very base of said spire to the suggestion of a sensual and very private message provided by specially programmed droids up in their hotel's poshest suite offered by the beings in charge of the hotel tending to their guest's needs. Being that are remarkably eager to please this easy source of good credits. And after all these months on Agra 10, Jon has very little qualms about spending what the Agrii provide them with.

Having arrived a little early, Jon has already been seated at one of the rather few tables the restaurant actually possesses. All set apart and separated with strategically placed pots filled with colorful alien flora and a stunning view out of the large windows making up the entire outer walls of the place. A soft tune hangs in the air that Jon listens idly to while looking out of the window, over the city and every once in a while daring a glance down, feeling a bit thankful that Mike Crew hasn't instilled an even greater fear of heights into him. His hands are loosely clasped in front of him on the table, having very little to do at the moment.

When he hears a set of footsteps approaching, Jon turns his attention away from the window to greet who he assumes to be Tony with a gently, yet genuine smile.

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The sheer indignation in Tony's tone already puts a grin on Jon's face and he leans up closer to Tony again while not even bothering to try and look innocent.

"You get nervous when faced with something you know to be true, yet are uncertain on whether or not you are comfortable with it getting known." Jon whispers, waits half a moment and adds just before Tony can begin arguing: "It's an adorable look on you. You tend to be louder and much more obnoxious when you're lying."

What was Tony supposed to do with that? Besides jump out of this car to avoid any further remarkably obvious reactions. The whispering didn't help, making Tony nose impulsively closer despite himself and his defensive pout, definitely nervous, and Jon's apparent delight in pinning him down sent the kind of thrill up the back of Tony's neck that triggered his pushback to find out how hard Jon was willing to squeeze. "I'm always adorable," he countered, pout turning into a sharp smirk. "And how do you know that I'm nervous? Maybe I'm just distracted. Usually when you're talking for eight years I'm thinking about how I would get you to make that noise..." He tipped his head slowly, breath tracing over Jon's cheek and jaw until Tony could nip under Jon's ear and slither out of any further scrutiny.

The moment Tony begins to shift is the moment Jon entirely stops moving and only pays attention to what Tony is doing, what he is saying and how he is dipping dangerously close to his neck. His breath against his skin already sends a small shiver up his spine and that shiver shakes off whatever stubborn defenses Jon might possess normally.

Not that he needs any defenses with Tony. Not anymore.

He almost expects the nip, but at the same time doesn't and ends up wound tighter than necessary and that little yelp he makes is so much louder in his own ears.

It all may not have taken more than a few moments, but Jon feels like breaking out of having been frozen in place for several minutes with a short series of sputtering noises directed at Tony in false protest for renewing his blush.

Just as he opens his mouth to say something more coherent, however, the speeder stops, the door on Jon's side opens and their droid driver politely announces that they have reached their destination followed by requesting the amount it is owed for its service.

Under Jon's sputtering, Tony purred, "Yeah, that one," with a blooming, fangy grin for his easy success. There weren't actually a lot of situations where Tony thought he would rather Jon wasn't talking, but that didn't stop him from revelling in his growing arsenal. He didn't quite notice the speeder coming to a stop, but the shadow thrown over the window from the droid was enough warning to make him sit up straight again and turn the grin into an appreciative smile the driver's way, abandoning Jon to look flushed and incoherent on his own, and in need of Tony's assistance bundling him out of the car that was really just a good excuse to keep tickling and pinching him until he wasn't just blushing, but irritated with Tony's very casual cool. Unless he managed to escape before Tony prodded at him too much, redirected to try flirting with the droid once more in his gracious thanks for the drive as they settled the payment. The droid was still not impressed by him, and didn't say any more than was necessary to get itself back into the speeder and darting off to the next fare.

"That wouldn't have worked in New York, either," Tony admitted as he watched the lights burn away and blend quickly into the neon on the city. "Cab drivers are ruthless."

After being maneuvered out of the speeder and left to reassemble his composure for a few moments Jon finds himself thankful for the droid to serve as a brief distraction for Tony and he also takes a moment to look after the departing vehicle.

"...given what they likely have to put up with on a regular work day, no one can blame them." He offers in response to Tony's observation and holds out a hand towards him. "Come on. Before the next speeder wants to pick us up."

"But I'm adorable," Tony pointed out, offended that Jon had forgotten this crucial fact so quickly, and automatically accepted Jon's hand before he was faced with the cool slide of the hotel doors and the strikingly quiet lobby. There was a very real possibility that they could run into someone they knew here, anyone from Temba coming or going to their various Coruscant intrigues, or just between the bar and the bath. What would Steve have said, if he was the one to come strolling through the elevator doors as they chimed gently and rolled open for them? Tony let his hand slide guiltily from Jon's then, leaving him hanging on by one finger as he considered Cap's quiet disapproval every time Tony flirted with an Avenger in front of him.

Tony made it into the closed security of the elevator without entirely letting go, anyway, shifting to lean back against the wall as he had on the way down from the restaurant, no longer as enchanted as he had been on their arrival by the way they had to rocket up and down the buildings to get anywhere in the ambitious reach of Coruscant. There, he could more readily pull Jon closer, where a hand remained on his back as they were deposited into the plush, empty hall.

Jon is a lot less worried about coming across one of their friends, but he does notice Tony's slipping grip and that anxious way he looks about the hotel lobby that makes Jon want to squeeze his hand reassuringly. Which he can't exactly do, but he can keep his eyes on Tony, wondering ever so slightly if the man notices this is precisely what Jon has been referring to earlier. This nervousness about being seen...

He waits until they reach the appropriate level and are out of the elevator to at least confirm one thing for Tony: "You are adorable." There, he said it. And he gives Tony the slightest nudge to follow his lead to the end of the hall where their suite and proper privacy is waiting.

Tony snorted and bumped Jon's shoulder for the confirmation as much as for the delay, gliding more easily down the hall for it with some of the tension breathed out of him in the laugh, his cautious quiet more respectful of the sleeping doors around them than anxiously aware of them. It kept his voice low as they drew up to Jon's door and he took Jon's hand again to pull him short for Tony to lean against the doorframe with a warm smile and barely concealed playful glimmer behind his glasses. They weren't going to have many more chances to play at this being a first date, but Tony couldn't quite get the laugh out of his voice as he said, "I've had a lovely time, Mr. Sims," with an expectant tilt of his head.

This isn’t quite what Jon has expected to happen and he finds himself at a loss with what to make of this display, simply staring up at Tony for several moments, mouth opening and closing a few times while his hand has already raised to unlock the door with the small, keycard-like item each of them has been provided with.

“Ah... I...-“ He starts, but quickly aborts that attempt, eyes quickly darting around as if hoping to spot a hint of what he is supposed to say to this. Obviously it has to be some sort of game. Tony doesn’t plan to say his good nights here, is he?

...is he...?

“I— I mean...” Another try. Still not quite a success.

After another moment Jon unlocks the door with a small tap of his key to the door, which slides open just next to him and his expression becomes one of a not entirely certain challenge. “Is this where I get my kiss?” He kind of hopes it is? But he also isn’t certain. Games like these are something he remains spectacularly bad at.

It became increasingly difficult not to laugh as Tony realized how much of a puzzle he had just handed to Jon, expectant expression turning quickly into an inquisitive narrow of his eyes and absolutely no merciful rescue in sight until Jon had landed on how to interpret what one was supposed to do in this kind of exchange. That it looked as though he decided not playing at all was the safer bet when he opened the door was already kind of funny after the long deliberation, if a little disappointing, but that he ultimately landed in the right ballpark but playing a very different, much more aggressive game was a revelation. Tony was still grinning in delight when he took Jon's sweet, stubborn face in both hands to kiss him as many times as he deserved for that response, walking him blindly back into the room as Tony pressed his adoration into the determined set of Jon's mouth and the wrinkle between his brow that he had fallen in love with until the door hissed closed behind him.

Each of them may have their own set of rules for this game, but that may just be one of those things they have to themselves. Not that Jon minds. He received his kiss and is receiving many more. Enough, in fact, to temporarily distract him from Tony directing him into the opened room and the door closing behind them just as the lights slowly turn on around them and settle on a low, soft setting. A setting Jon has decided on before leaving. One that contradicts his usual well-lit lighting preferences.

But it is just the right amount of light to keep the room cozy and not entirely dark.

When Tony has gone to take a hold of his face, Jon's own hands have ended up clinging to the front of Tony's shirt at first, but gradually have eased their grip and smoothed out over his chest, gently flanking the spot where Tony likes to pick at his own heart. His right moves up to rest against the side of Tony's neck as he gladly returns whichever of Tony's kisses land close to his lips.

Tony wasn't sure where the flutter of his heart felt more vulnerable under Jon's hands, or when his grin had slipped enough to be so aware of them; probably about the same time his gleeful peppering of kisses slowed enough to meet Jon's, and they were left standing focus still in the profound silence of the sealed room, making Tony's slow inhale still pressed against Jon's mouth the only distraction from the pounding in his ears. It wasn't quite as chaste as the mirror of this kiss that they shared in the park, and Tony certainly wouldn't call it calming, making him drop one hand around Jon's wrist at his neck to try to ground himself again, only to end up pulse to pulse where they held each other.

Reluctantly, Tony drew back, stealing a final kiss before his grin was returning and he could finally pluck off his sunglasses. It didn't make much of a difference in the low light, but Tony only considered it briefly, gaze not easily pulled off of Jon. "Is that the one you meant?" he asked, voice still low but with the posture of presenting an array of concepts, if not for the nagging smirk, eager to please.

Jon lets out a small huff, mouth settling halfway into a pout when Tony withdraws from his immediate proximity and leaving his heart yearning immaturely.

"Hmm." He responds, tilting his head a little. Not a lot. "Depends on where you are planning to go with it." Jon finally settles on, nodding towards the center area of the suite where a large, undoubtedly comfortable couch is set up around a table with an assortment of what must be the sweets Jon has been talking about. A large screen is mounted to the wall in front of it as well.

Beyond this more living room like area waits the bedroom with a large bathroom attached to it.

Though it was clear what Jon was trying to indicate, Tony tried, "Little lower?," which hopefully threw him off balance as Tony bobbed down enough to lift him up from behind the thighs in a scoop with his glasses still dangling from his fingers, only briefly helping steady Jon with the other hand to keep it free. They could have the sweets and the bedroom and Tony had an easy solution, flashing a smile up at Jon before he was piling the packages haphazardly between them, most of them tumbling to the ground in the transition or leaving a brightly wrapped trail behind them as Tony carried the whole collection through to the bedroom.

The result was only the most resilient of the packages piled on Jon or rolling across the blankets as Tony tipped him back onto the bed, kneeling over him on one knee to not drop him too quickly, where Tony lingered with a chuckle as he nosed something squashy in its crinkling paper out of the crook of Jon's neck to leave a kiss there instead.

"Wha-" Jon begins to wonder for a moment, but then is already being picked up by Tony and left to hold on as a by now probably familiar blush spreads across his face again. A bit more verbal complaining is added when Tony contimues his little scheme by piling the sweets onto him. "...Christ, Tony! Why are- We could have just-! Oh, this is going to be a mess, isn't it-"

He gets cut off when he hits the bed along with their sweet luggage and while Jon may have picked up his nagging right there and then, he is kept quiet by Tony looming over him. Which is enough to derail whichever tirade Jon may have wanted to start on and instead capture his whole attention all over again.

Tony's lips combined with his chuckle send a shiver down Jon's spine and he reaches up out of reflex to grab a hold on one of Tony's arms while sputtering something nonsensical in response.

It can't get that bad of a mess, can it...?

With Jon's protest running out of steam, Tony carefully shifted over onto his hip with one foot still on the floor and leaned his head in his hand where he could admire Jon's very rapid dishevelment between his blushing and clothes and hair already harassed from the short trip. Out of the corner of his eye, his fond focus and sly grin still not drawn easily away, he spotted a shiny wrapper on Jon's chest that he plucked up to tear into with his teeth and pop the candy blindly into his mouth.

This was a mistake. At first, Tony swallowed thickly around this weapon of destruction on his tongue, eyes screwing up and trying very hard not to spoil Jon's culinary adventure, but there was no way he could eat this thing. Very quickly, he was holding it cautiously between his teeth and trying to talk around it without letting it touch any more of his mouth, and reported, "Thich ich hoari-ll...," with a desperate raise of his eyebrows for help.

And Jon watches the course of expression Tony's face goes through in comparatively little time.

First the smug eagerness as he locates the candy and makes a little display of tearing it open, the casual confidence when he pops the treat into his mouth and then the quick descent into dread and regret that even makes Jon wince in return.

"...that bad? I... Haven't really tried any of these...?" Jon says, but then props himself up onto his elbows, driven up by his own stubborn curiosity, announcing "Let me try!" And he brings his own lips close enough to Tony's to carefully take the candy between his own teeth and free Tony from this burden without touching the now certainly sticky thing.

He drops back down onto his back and takes a moment to taste the thing himself but quickly freezes and both his hands come up to cover his face as he gives a disgusted laugh. "Jesus! This is vile!" Jon manages to announce and quickly looks around for the wrapper that has kept this particular piece of candy away from them before.

This was not an evil that Tony would have wished on anyone else, but he was both surprised enough by Jon's enthusiasm and eager enough to get it out of his mouth before he started drooling that he froze as Jon sat up, then rapidly recoiled from the presence of the candy by slouching down onto his knees at the foot of the bed, tongue sticking out all of the way. His arms were still splayed out in front of him, up the mattress and one spread over Jon, where he lingered curiously despite his suffering to witness Jon's reaction, really not sure if he expected the candy to appeal to Jon's questionable tastes or shock him as much as it did Tony. The resulting laughter was contagious, though Tony felt like he was panting around it, and tried to scramble to rescue both of them. He crinkled the wrapper still in his hand at Jon's side helpfully for Jon's attention as he looked around for something to help get the taste out of his mouth. Could any of these other packages be trusted?

Once his hands were freed, he grabbed another from the bed at random, a distinctly different shape and squishing easily under his fingers where the previous nightmare had been a kind of hard candy--though, that didn't guarantee anything. This one, Tony cautiously licked after tearing it open, and the revealed animal-shaped gummy was either that fantastic or just such pure relief to taste of anything that wasn't a blackhole, devoid of sweetness that it was quickly in Tony's mouth as well. He grabbed Jon by the clothes to drag him closer and hold him fast by the collar to more happily share this candy with him, starting to laugh again at the taste of the horrendous one still on Jon's lips until Tony had licked it away.

Jon reacts to the noise of the wrapper not too differently as a cat and is quick to half sit back up and take it to deposit this edible nightmare back into it, pressing the foil tightly around it and tossing it into the small bowl set on the nearby nightstand with a grimace that shows both his disgust with the thing as well as his relief to be rid of it.

While Tony looks for a counteragent, Jon also scans the other present wrappers for copies of the first one, spotting two of them and grabbing the first to chuck it into the same bowl, only barely resisting the urge to toss it straight out of the room. Tony grabs him while he scans for potential other dread candy, bringing that thought to an abrupt stop, the more rough and somewhat demanding action initially making Jon want to stubbornly resist in response to the sudden peak of his own heartbeat. But realization overtakes reflex and he ends up eager to accept the unspoken offer of a kiss and the resulting override of that horrid taste in his mouth. Which is a moment of bliss after that first experience of their candy taste testing. Not that he wouldn't have welcomed the kiss in itself just as willingly.

He wraps his arms around Tony's neck for support when Tony starts laughing again and Jon meets that laugh with a rueful grin. "Right, heh. Not taking any of those back to Temba. Not unless we want to weaponize them." Which of course is a joke and Jon makes sure to punctuate it with one more small kiss to Tony's lips.

Forgetting that he had pulled Jon down by then and eyes still blissfully closed, Tony's hold on his shirt weighed greedily heavier at that kiss of finality to try to pull Jon back in to really make sure no traces of the offending candy were left in his mouth, very heroically. The tug made him realize he was basically holding himself up by it, though, and Tony smoothed Jon's shirt out apologetically before sinking back onto his heels, letting his hand drop to trace down Jon's calf and begin to help him out of his shoes instead.

"I bet you," he replied, tossing the candy wrapper he held much more carelessly over his shoulder to land among the alluring trail they had dropped into the bedroom, "you put one of those in your mouth the next time that place has got us seeing shit, it'll knock you back to reality so hard you come out the other side." He was chuckling again with a renewed shocked frown at how very bad that taste had been as he tossed Jon's shoes with as much care as he had the candy wrapper, then twisted to deal with his own boots. "Where did you find that? Were they selling those to children? That can't be legal, that's assault."

"I might be more inclined to risk the hallucinations." Jon returns, doing his share to assist Tony in getting their shoes off the bed even though he isn't too happy to see his new footwear tossed around this carelessly. "And you won't believe me when I told you these seem to be quite popular here. Ever... Well. Supermarket has them. And I found their brand-exclusive store in a market-area for food specialties!"

As he says this, Jon shrugs off the cape he is still wearing and manages to toss it over a nearby chair. They are clearly beyond the need for these outer layers. And likely a couple more. With the cape out of the way, Jon looks over which other candies have survived the trip and picks up one that at least looks like chocolate wrapped in a clear foil to point out its existence to Tony. "I have hope for these to taste at least close to actual chocolate."

Wrinkling his nose in horror and disgust, Tony refused to accept that this taste was popular because it was enjoyable but for some more inscrutable, alien purpose. Like Dutch licorice. "Okay, well, get rid of anything else from that brand then, it's out," he decided as he clambered his way properly up onto the bed finally, grabbing another package at random to toss it as well.

He settled up at the head of the bed, propped up on the pillows and legs splayed to pat between them and invite Jon to bring his chocolate where Tony could snake an arm around his waist and draw him close. Despite the thus far dangerous results, he was willing to support Jon's hopeful idealism until at least this treat had proven inedible as well. At that point, the rest of the mess left on the bed would have to become suspect. "There's supermarkets here?" was probably a stupid question, but Tony had hardly been inside a supermarket on Earth and hadn't even considered that kind of thing to explore on this planet when there was robot components and easily bribed government officials to think about.

Jon is willing enough to stay reluctant about that particular brand for the time being, though that doesn't mean that he won't be curious to do some more testing by himself later. For now, however, he will follow Tony's invitation to settle with him, careful to not crush all of the remaining treats while shifting himself over. Once there, he starts prying open the wrapping of the potential chocolate.

"They have supermarkets, yes." Jon muses while focused on his unwrapping. "Not too different from the ones on Earth, but- Even bigger. Many reaching over different levels of the city and encompassing large ranges of types of food, drink and daily necessities. Easy to get lost in. Everything on this planet is just massive!" He finally gets the candy unwrapped, actually finds himself quite capable to snap it in half and holds out half of it to Tony, an expectant look on his face. "At least it... Feels fine?"

It turned out Tony still don't not care much about supermarkets, alien or otherwise, and only gave an absent hum that did a poor job of convincing anyone he was really listening or engaged as he focused instead on unwrapping his own treat. He worked Jon's shirt up enough to slide his hands against warm skin, spreading them across Jon's stomach to wrap him in a hug where Tony could sigh his relief against Jon's shoulder and nuzzle his way up his neck until Jon was handing him the next experiment.

Tony sat up again dubiously, but kept his hands tucked under Jon's clothes where one tickled up his back as Tony considered the offering, then cut Jon a narrow-eyed look for encouraging Tony to be the guinea pig once more before rolling his eyes dramatically for the sacrifices he made. He took the candy gingerly in his teeth and let it sit thoughtfully on his tongue this time, doing his best to keep an open mind where the candy did melt much like chocolate would as he considered it. "Doesn't taste like...anything," he reported with some surprise, the melting feeling coming to be uncomfortably reminiscent of someone else drooling in his mouth as he realized the whole experience was apparently textural. Surrendering the press of one hand from under Jon's shirt, he gently caught his narrow wrist to experimentally lick what was left of the melting candy from his fingers, maybe tasting a hint of sweetness in the salt.

At least Jon has popped his half of the potential chocolate into his own mouth at the same time and has come to stare quietly in front of himself while waiting for any taste to be notable. His expectations being met with no results at all is plain disappointing.

His eyes flick back to Tony only to see the man lick the fingers of his freshly captured hands, to which Jon offers a sigh along with his own conclusion. "I feel cheated." And he lets his disappointment be obvious in his voice just as well as his dropping shoulders just before simply leaning against Tony's body with a little pout of an exhale. These have been the ones that looked the closest to some simple chocolate which he had been hoping to find.

At least it doesn't taste horrible. But this absence of any taste at all feels disheartening.

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