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[voicelog]

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[arcreact]

[ Seven, asshole. Seven years!!!

Still, he offers a completely insincere smirk. ]

What if I do? Are you seriously complaining?

[voicelog]

[His brows lift in amusement.

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.

[arcreact]

[ Well, then. Tony takes a few steps closer, holding his arms out as if to say 'here I am, ogle all you want.'

It's like self-hatred is condensing on the glass of the observation deck. ]

They do have that saying about very fine wine.

[voicelog]

[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.

[arcreact]

[ His humorless smirk just curves higher. ]

Self-deprecation, really? Not a good look on you.

[ He's a comedy genius. ]

[voicelog]

[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.

[arcreact]

Holier-than-thou insufferability, though. Not such a good look.

[ 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?

[voicelog]

You should really work on that then.

[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.]

[arcreact]

Call it diplomacy. We could sit around watching each other's movements in silence for several weeks, or I could acknowledge you myself, in person.

[ LOOK PAL... HE'S TRYING. ]

[voicelog]

[No, he's not.]

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.]

[arcreact]

[ Lukewarm efforts on all sides. ]

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. ]

[voicelog]

[Oh, did his smile just thin a little? Must be in your imagination.]

Sure. You've had it longer.