The not-so-complicated relationship between Robert Downey Jr. and caffeine.
“It’s Friday evening, and we’re all in a side room at a restaurant in Santa Monica … And every few minutes the (box-office) estimates go up … And I’m going crazy because I’ve had 25 Cokes and three cappuccinos.” (x)
(Source: iwantcupcakes)
Hey there my lovely lords and ladies, I haven’t done one of these in a while, but yeah - welcome! Thanks for following, and don’t hesitate to contact me via my ask for playing or whatevs trevs.
I need to do work, most likely everything’ll be done tomorrow, but…just…yeah. Anyone?
Sorry for delays, m’brain’s a bit mush.
Hugging. Dummy’s hugging him. He doesn’t know what to do, and it’s not exactly something that happens on a regular basis. Sure, the bot-arm curled around him on occasions, but now he was a person…Tony stiffened slightly. Another pause - he hesitates before slowly putting an arm around him.
“No…no I didn’t. I uh, no I won’t.”
He wouldn’t, ever.
Muses:
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(Source: ilovemesomefreakingpie)
“Uh…no.” He said, fingers twitching as he looked at Dummy, slowly walking towards him. He hesitated - of course he hesitated - this was a kid, a goddamn kid. A small person. Something breakable, something he shouldn’t be near.
But then again, this was Dummy.
He kneels over, rushing slightly when he sees Dummy sink into the corner. “No, you uh, no didn’t do anything bad. See, you’re not a wine rack.” He tries to smile.
This is not the bot that I was looking for.
“Dummy?” Tony asks with a raised brow, confused. He places a cupped hand by his mouth, and breathes into it. He can’t smell the alcohol, so it’s not as if he’s just had a rough night, an over-abundance of ethanol and was paying the price. He looked around, noticing no way that the triangulation system was simply creating a holographic form for the bot.
This was a kid. A kid was in his workshop.
“Uh…what…Dummy? Is that…”
