[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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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?
no subject
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