[ But he shows up sometime in the next ten minutes, hands in his pockets, going for a casual he's seriously not feeling. He doesn't offer up anything at first, simply giving his doppelganger a very thorough once-over. ]
[The age and physical differences between them should be immediately apparent, but he gives Tony some time to look him over. He's much more relaxed. Not his first time with an alternate of himself. Mostly just lacking in enthusiasm here.]
[ Tony is not even close to relaxed, because his time aboard the Moira has been his only exposure to the multiverse, and he still, somehow, hadn't adequately prepared himself for this possibility. It makes the hair at the back of his neck stand on end, the marked differences interspersed with similarities.
[Hey, at least he’s not identical to you. He can tell you for a fact that’s disconcerting. Anyway, you’re not bad for someone who is shorter and what, 10? years older than him. :') But guess he’ll have to be the mature one here and get straight down to business.]
Do you have any questions for me or did you just want to check me out?
[Well, he can't possibly turn down such an open invitation, can he? That'd be rude.
Taking a couple of steps toward him, he doesn't stop until he's only a feet away from him, his eyes never wavering from his. He slips a hand into his pocket before his gaze finally shifts and now it's his turn to give him a thorough perusal.]
You're right. And I'm sure in a few more years, you'll eventually get there.
[What a curious case of the pot calling the kettle black.]
Cute. [But enough is enough. He's not here to bicker with him. Better things to do.]
Can we get to the Q&A portion of this now? As much as I enjoy watching you struggle to come to terms with an alternate of yourself, I can't stand here waiting for you to calm down enough to have a serious conversation with me.
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i'll be there in ten
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[ But he shows up sometime in the next ten minutes, hands in his pockets, going for a casual he's seriously not feeling. He doesn't offer up anything at first, simply giving his doppelganger a very thorough once-over. ]
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Well...? [What's the verdict?]
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And this fucker is taller than him.
He sniffs, going for flippant. ]
I've seen worse.
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Do you have any questions for me or did you just want to check me out?
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Still, he offers a completely insincere smirk. ]
What if I do? Are you seriously complaining?
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Fine. If you want to play that game.]
No, I've actually been wanting to get a closer look at you. I never met an older version of me. It's kinda neat.
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It's like self-hatred is condensing on the glass of the observation deck. ]
They do have that saying about very fine wine.
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Taking a couple of steps toward him, he doesn't stop until he's only a feet away from him, his eyes never wavering from his. He slips a hand into his pocket before his gaze finally shifts and now it's his turn to give him a thorough perusal.]
You're right. And I'm sure in a few more years, you'll eventually get there.
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Self-deprecation, really? Not a good look on you.
[ He's a comedy genius. ]
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Cute. [But enough is enough. He's not here to bicker with him. Better things to do.]
Can we get to the Q&A portion of this now? As much as I enjoy watching you struggle to come to terms with an alternate of yourself, I can't stand here waiting for you to calm down enough to have a serious conversation with me.
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[ This entire conversation is like nails on a chalkboard, but he's not gonna back down now that he's come this far. ]
Did you consider I didn't actually come here for a Q&A?
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[He has actually considered it, but he was giving him the benefit of the doubt here. No surprise that his expectations have not been met.]
What did you come here for then? [Humor him.]
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[ LOOK PAL... HE'S TRYING. ]
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Diplomacy. Right. [But he'll accept it.] Well, we've met. You can call me Tony or T. Whichever works better for you.
[See? He's trying too.]
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T, then. [ In a tone like he's being regretful, but fair: ] I've got a monopoly on the former, sure you understand.
[ What a shitheel. ]
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Sure. You've had it longer.