[Tony's attacking a joint of his gauntlet with a small screwdriver when his device beeps. He frowns, wipes some grease off onto his work pants, then snatches it up.
He reads the message. An emotional rollercoaster proceeds as follows:
The kid. He sent a message -- that's. Nice. You know, after a lot of scary nothing a couple months ago.
...Wait.
Oh.
Oh god--
...Hugs and handshakes. Okay. Jesus. Fine, he concludes as he sticks the screwdriver between his teeth and texts back with both thumbs:]
just use your device to transfer some demichroma. unless they're moonblessed then maybe a handshake if they got your pizza to you in 15min or did a merry jig or something
not that i'm aware of. but you can never be too careful
[At the next message, he raises his head and glances at the various parts strewn on the floor around him, all purchased by less... ideal means than he would've liked. Still, thinking back, he can't recall any point in time at which he actively considered he should get a real job.
He goes back to his device.]
yeah. you should definitely get a real job
delivery works. how's your new place working out for you btw?
Bet I'd always get it there in fifteen minutes or less
[ at the question he looks up from his phone to his own apartment, which he's been restlessly pacing while texting. he has... very few possessions- pretty much just what he came with, the funky moon decor the apartment came with, and the few cheap clothing items he managed to buy with some help from a hand-holding new friend- but the place already looks messy. a small, messy unit... but still nothing like the cozy queens apartments he's lived in for practically his whole life.
but. you know. not the sort of thing that needed complaining about, on top of everything else.
peter goes to kick up one of the pillows on the ground back onto the couch while texting back at the same time. ]
It's great Super great Just like what I always pictured space camp would look like Or a really weird fancy dorm room I guess
Did MIT have more or less moon rugs, in your experience?
pretty sure the apollo missions had less moon paraphernalia than this place
space camp? you fantasized about space camp? glad i swooped into your life to raise your standards
[Though at the moment, Tony's a little less like a billionaire and more like a freelancer living paycheck-to-paycheck. Or a... well. There's another occupation that'd more aptly describe his current income stream, but seeing as said income was accidental, he'll go ahead and decide it doesn't apply.
Either way--]
hey. you figure out what furry moon you are yet?
[Doing the mental math and assuming that Peter was free of his first cycle's effects like most people are, he'd be aware if he was either Sanguis or Cordis, or... Iris, through process of elimination. Either way, he sounds... okay?]
I didn't say I FANTASIZED about Space Camp Just that I thought about it a lot because it would be a really cool thing to have gone to as a kid Are you saying you WOULDN'T have wanted to go to Space Camp???
[ although peter's never going to, even jokingly, deny also being glad that tony swooped into his life- and, hey! he even (inadvertently or not) helped him get to actual space! so, you know. consider those standards raised.
but then... there it is. it was only a matter of time before he asked about that, really, but- ]
Do we have to talk about what furry moon I am?
I was kind of hoping this was one of those problems that I could just ignore until they went away.
"I thought about it a lot." literally the definition of fantasizing about space camp
okay, rule #1 about furry moon: I'm the only one allowed to call it a furry moon. coming from you, it's just... creepy
rule #2: like i said, these furry moons are dangerous. they don't just add extra appendages, they also mess with the way your brain fires off synapses. so it's important to keep track of who's what
.......that said, did you wake up with fox, cat, or owl stuff this morning
Okay, fine. Do we have to talk about what [REDACTED] moon I am?
[ he doesn't answer the last question right away, instead spending a minute or two trying to kick the next pillow back onto the couch as well. this time he tries to kick it up to the ceiling at the right angle so that it bounces down to the right spot, which is a great time waster, but... eventually practicality and tony's logic win out and he answers. ]
[Tony frowns at the next set of messages. He scoots back on the floor and rests his back against the wall as he gropes for the uneaten half of a bologna sandwich next to him.
It's easy to laugh at, sure, and Tony is going to laugh at it, same as he did to Fido Rogers and Angel Odinson, but... the points he made back at McDenny's still hold water. Finding yourself a brand new member of the Furry Brigade is all well and hilarious on the surface, but it's still your body being toyed with. It's your brain getting tweaked. It's your behavior and convictions -- the fabric of who you are -- shifted and warped under a funny, fuzzy wrapper.
Tony opens his mouth around the corner of his sandwich before he pulls it away again. He gazes at it for a second, then puts it aside to type on his device.]
i'll bring you something. they've got some facsimile of indian food here, you like indian food?
That's okay you don't have to bring me anything I can just order it now that I know about the tip situation It'll be fine
[ to be honest, the thought of indian food and hanging out with tony is tempting- but all it takes is peter attempting to run his hand through his hair and being met with cat ears along the way to remind him why that's not a good idea. he's just going to have to stay strong and resist, and check his kitchen again to see if there's any cup noodles he overlooked or something-
he lasts about a minute. ]
I do like Indian food
What's their number? In case I want to order from there later or something
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He reads the message. An emotional rollercoaster proceeds as follows:
The kid. He sent a message -- that's. Nice. You know, after a lot of scary nothing a couple months ago.
...Wait.
Oh.
Oh god--
...Hugs and handshakes. Okay. Jesus. Fine, he concludes as he sticks the screwdriver between his teeth and texts back with both thumbs:]
just use your device to transfer some demichroma. unless they're moonblessed then maybe a handshake if they got your pizza to you in 15min or did a merry jig or something
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[ he knows he's joking. probably. actually, at this point nothing would surprise him. ]
But okay
cool
I guess that makes more sense, thanks.
[ there's a pause before his next message goes through. ]
I think I need to get a job?
I mean, I definitely need to get a job. I don't know why I put a question mark there.
Maybe I should deliver pizzas. [ but he's not dancing, if he does. ]
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[At the next message, he raises his head and glances at the various parts strewn on the floor around him, all purchased by less... ideal means than he would've liked. Still, thinking back, he can't recall any point in time at which he actively considered he should get a real job.
He goes back to his device.]
yeah. you should definitely get a real job
delivery works. how's your new place working out for you btw?
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[ at the question he looks up from his phone to his own apartment, which he's been restlessly pacing while texting. he has... very few possessions- pretty much just what he came with, the funky moon decor the apartment came with, and the few cheap clothing items he managed to buy with some help from a hand-holding new friend- but the place already looks messy. a small, messy unit... but still nothing like the cozy queens apartments he's lived in for practically his whole life.
but. you know. not the sort of thing that needed complaining about, on top of everything else.
peter goes to kick up one of the pillows on the ground back onto the couch while texting back at the same time. ]
It's great
Super great
Just like what I always pictured space camp would look like
Or a really weird fancy dorm room I guess
Did MIT have more or less moon rugs, in your experience?
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space camp? you fantasized about space camp? glad i swooped into your life to raise your standards
[Though at the moment, Tony's a little less like a billionaire and more like a freelancer living paycheck-to-paycheck. Or a... well. There's another occupation that'd more aptly describe his current income stream, but seeing as said income was accidental, he'll go ahead and decide it doesn't apply.
Either way--]
hey. you figure out what furry moon you are yet?
[Doing the mental math and assuming that Peter was free of his first cycle's effects like most people are, he'd be aware if he was either Sanguis or Cordis, or... Iris, through process of elimination. Either way, he sounds... okay?]
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Just that
I thought about it a lot because it would be a really cool thing to have gone to as a kid
Are you saying you WOULDN'T have wanted to go to Space Camp???
[ although peter's never going to, even jokingly, deny also being glad that tony swooped into his life- and, hey! he even (inadvertently or not) helped him get to actual space! so, you know. consider those standards raised.
but then... there it is. it was only a matter of time before he asked about that, really, but- ]
Do we have to talk about what furry moon I am?
I was kind of hoping this was one of those problems that I could just ignore until they went away.
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okay, rule #1 about furry moon: I'm the only one allowed to call it a furry moon. coming from you, it's just... creepy
rule #2: like i said, these furry moons are dangerous. they don't just add extra appendages, they also mess with the way your brain fires off synapses. so it's important to keep track of who's what
.......that said, did you wake up with fox, cat, or owl stuff this morning
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[ he doesn't answer the last question right away, instead spending a minute or two trying to kick the next pillow back onto the couch as well. this time he tries to kick it up to the ceiling at the right angle so that it bounces down to the right spot, which is a great time waster, but... eventually practicality and tony's logic win out and he answers. ]
Cat. [ and then, immediately: ]
DON'T laugh
If you laugh I'll know
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please. only a monster would make light of such a grave desecration of your earthly form
seriously, though, have the lasagna cravings increased
garfield
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No!!!
I mean
Maybe
Kind of?
Not lasagna but that is why I asked about delivery
I am NOT going out in public like this
Ever
[ because that's a viable option. ]
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It's easy to laugh at, sure, and Tony is going to laugh at it, same as he did to Fido Rogers and Angel Odinson, but... the points he made back at McDenny's still hold water. Finding yourself a brand new member of the Furry Brigade is all well and hilarious on the surface, but it's still your body being toyed with. It's your brain getting tweaked. It's your behavior and convictions -- the fabric of who you are -- shifted and warped under a funny, fuzzy wrapper.
Tony opens his mouth around the corner of his sandwich before he pulls it away again. He gazes at it for a second, then puts it aside to type on his device.]
i'll bring you something. they've got some facsimile of indian food here, you like indian food?
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That's okay you don't have to bring me anything I can just order it now that I know about the tip situation
It'll be fine
[ to be honest, the thought of indian food and hanging out with tony is tempting- but all it takes is peter attempting to run his hand through his hair and being met with cat ears along the way to remind him why that's not a good idea. he's just going to have to stay strong and resist, and check his kitchen again to see if there's any cup noodles he overlooked or something-
he lasts about a minute. ]
I do like Indian food
What's their number? In case I want to order from there later or something
[ he's a well of strength. really. ]
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Then--]
ha ha. nice try.
[Someone raps on Peter's door, with three sharp knocks.]
oh i'm here btw