[RP for iron_tony]

[weapon_10]

So he talked about Venice. Talked about Naples, too, and the old memories he had of all the places in Paris Jean’d been, only back when they’d actually been scandalous. It was plain out unnatural, doing the bulk of the jawin’, but it did the job. It kept them occupied until she said she had to go

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[iron_tony]

Tony jerked straight awake at the noise, and was about to call up his armor, when his eyes focused and he recognized the man in his window.

"Logan."

Of course it was Logan. Tony was stuck, for a moment between armoring up after all, and crashing back on the bed with a groan to 'take your best shot.'

He split the difference and stayed propped up on his elbows. "I'm sorry was the phone line busy?"

[weapon_10]

Comfortable window, all things considered. The floor boards protested as Logan landed on the inside, doin' nothing to keep his boots off the rug.

"Yeah. Cut it on the way in."

No armor, huh. Logan grin wasn't friendly, elbowing the window closed. "But you ain't busy."

[iron_tony]

Tony stayed in his undefended position; he didn't like doing it, but he knew that he couldn't fight back fast enough, if Logan really meant him harm, so the best bet was to act unconcerned.

"I'm always busy, Logan, but even I don't generally work in my sleep. Is this the way you always get a man's attention?"

[weapon_10]

Smart boy, stayin’ down.

There was a chair, but that'd be civilized; that'd be gettin' just a bit too far away. Logan moved deeper into the room, stopping at the foot of Stark’s Henry VIII sized bed--hiked his knee, battered old jeans, up against the end of it and crossing his forearms over that. Logan narrowed his eyes to look Iron Man over.

“Why, do y'need me to try harder?”