Bruce heard that people change form to extreme levels occasionally, but he really thought the extent was less than this. He assumed that some parts would still be human, and now he has to sit with the fact that he might fully become a deer at some point, and that's a thing to obsess over at a different time. He doesn't question whether or not this is Tony, especially not after that tentacle attempts to wave at him.
"Wow." Understatement. It's a good thing the Lunatian device didn't end up electrocuting him in the water or something. Bruce doesn't think twice before slogging through the puddle and getting down on his knees; he'll dry off. He is much more concerned about his friend-opus. He puts his hand into the water and offers it toward Tony so he can hold on if he wants or gain chroma for it, if that's necessary. Or if he just wants some kind of comforting gesture.
"I have about a hundred questions and you can't answer any of them." That must be torture for Tony, who likes to talk more than anyone he knows. Bruce tries to think about how he can help in this situation. He can't take him out of the water, as far as he knows, and he's already thinking about what octopus eat and how he can get it to him. "I'll handle the water problem. Um. I'm not sure what to do to help you with the boredom."
The octopus -- Tony -- turns its horizontal-slitted eyes toward Bruce's arm. They stare at it for a handful of seconds before one long, lithe arm reaches out under the water and gently presses against his skin, like it's testing the texture of it. Then, all at once, the arm wraps around Bruce's wrist as the octopus sinks down from the edge of the tub and into the water. It wriggles and writhes as it fastens the rest of its tentacles around Bruce's arm and tightens them, though not to the point of pain.
It stays there for a few seconds, latched on like a more soft-bodied barnacle. Water pumps slowly through the siphon funnels at the top of its head. Then--
One arm detaches from Bruce's arm and stretches out -- far, with more range than one would expect from the size of the creature. Slow and ungainly, it flops onto the seat of the toilet next to the bathtub, near the tablet sitting on top of it. It tries once, twice, before the tentacle finally plops and rests on top of the screen.
The rest of the octopus' arms loosen their grip on Bruce's arm just slightly, enough for its head to rise to the surface of the water, and for its alien eyes to poke up over the surface and peer up at him, or -- around him, anyway.
Bruce doesn't flinch when Octo-Tony holds onto him as that's why he offered in the first place, although it is absolutely a very weird feeling to be wrapped up in small tentacles for a moment. He's glad to be there for Tony either way though, he can't imagine how much he'd panic in the situation. Definitely a lot of panicking. He follows Tony's movement to try and understand what he's doing and then reaches over to pick up the tablet himself.
Bruce brings the tablet to them and offers the screen to Tony to make it easier, ignoring how much water he's currently soaking up in his clothes so he's going to need to dry out later on. He's very careful with the tablet; if it gets wet it might short out. He tips it so the screen can be seen clearly by Octo-Tony and he can much more easily poke at it. This definitely explains how his gibberish came through, that must have been difficult to get to Bruce on its own!
"If this doesn't work, you can always Morse Code at me." Hopefully, he'll be able to use the screen, as his mind is clearly still working otherwise he'd just have stayed in the water until he transformed back. But that is one way for them to communicate that doesn't require talking. "What can I do for you?"
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
industries) wrote2019-05-15 09:19 pm
no subject
"Wow." Understatement. It's a good thing the Lunatian device didn't end up electrocuting him in the water or something. Bruce doesn't think twice before slogging through the puddle and getting down on his knees; he'll dry off. He is much more concerned about his friend-opus. He puts his hand into the water and offers it toward Tony so he can hold on if he wants or gain chroma for it, if that's necessary. Or if he just wants some kind of comforting gesture.
"I have about a hundred questions and you can't answer any of them." That must be torture for Tony, who likes to talk more than anyone he knows. Bruce tries to think about how he can help in this situation. He can't take him out of the water, as far as he knows, and he's already thinking about what octopus eat and how he can get it to him. "I'll handle the water problem. Um. I'm not sure what to do to help you with the boredom."
no subject
It stays there for a few seconds, latched on like a more soft-bodied barnacle. Water pumps slowly through the siphon funnels at the top of its head. Then--
One arm detaches from Bruce's arm and stretches out -- far, with more range than one would expect from the size of the creature. Slow and ungainly, it flops onto the seat of the toilet next to the bathtub, near the tablet sitting on top of it. It tries once, twice, before the tentacle finally plops and rests on top of the screen.
The rest of the octopus' arms loosen their grip on Bruce's arm just slightly, enough for its head to rise to the surface of the water, and for its alien eyes to poke up over the surface and peer up at him, or -- around him, anyway.
Either way, they look pretty expectant. Pleading?
no subject
Bruce brings the tablet to them and offers the screen to Tony to make it easier, ignoring how much water he's currently soaking up in his clothes so he's going to need to dry out later on. He's very careful with the tablet; if it gets wet it might short out. He tips it so the screen can be seen clearly by Octo-Tony and he can much more easily poke at it. This definitely explains how his gibberish came through, that must have been difficult to get to Bruce on its own!
"If this doesn't work, you can always Morse Code at me." Hopefully, he'll be able to use the screen, as his mind is clearly still working otherwise he'd just have stayed in the water until he transformed back. But that is one way for them to communicate that doesn't require talking. "What can I do for you?"