31: (grab bag weekend) [video/action for Tony Stark]

[char_he_mcgee]

[It was their usual. Charlie'd head over to make dinner, help where she could whenever he needed a little extra heat for something and just generally goof off with Tony. She kept the workspace relatively clean, didn't touch a scrap of metal or a piece of wire or anything she thought he might need and even delayed going home by picking up a magazine

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[ironmanic]

[He looks at his wrist, brows a but furrowed - he was working on something and this is definitely disrupting it. But he laughs at her joke, sitting back in his chair to observe the cuff.]

Kinky. I knew I was dealing with kinky gods when I stepped into this place.

[char_he_mcgee]

[She looks at their wrists again, shaking her head slightly. She's not sure if she's amused or not. Just uncertain. His laugh helps, though, and a half smile forms on her face.]

So, now what?

[ironmanic]

If it's a curse, there's no use trying to get out of it.

[He looks at his current project and sighs, setting the wrench aside.]

Bed's big enough for about five of us if you don't mind.

[If he's not going to get any work done, he might as well sleep, right?]

[char_he_mcgee]

At least we're attached to people we get along with. [Also all of the kissing they've done. That's always fun, too. She almost wants to ask what he's doing with a bed that big but decides against it, vaguely remembering the list from a few days back. At his suggestion, she smiles slightly.]

I don't mind at all. I have to warn you, I don't know if I snore. [She doesn't snore.]