That's more or less just a prerequisite to live in the house anyway. [ He says, crossing his arms behind his head and using them as a pillow. On top of the pillow he was already using. ] Being awesome and having a good ass and saying yes to morning sex.
[ Well she's just going to use him as a pillow, so that's all sorted then. ] Huh, what do you know. I fill all those prerequisites. No wonder I've made it so long.
there's a long moment and then she looks up a little bit, stops trying to vanish completely into him ] Laughing at me is rude, I'm resisting movement for two here, okay.
[ Okay he'll stop laughing but he still has a big smile on his face as he moves to sit up properly, stretches his arms and shoulders and back all out, and then turns to lean over her a little bit again. ] What do you want to eat, baby?
[ look they don't actually use terms of endearment a ton, she was confused. ] Are you saying you'll get me breakfast in bed, because I will eat literally anything you are if you are bringing it back here.
You're so agreeable this early in the morning. [ He's still sort of laughing, but it's less at her this time at least. More in general. He bends over to pick up his pants from wherever they got pushed to, and then straightens as he puts them back on. ] I'll be back.
I'm always agreeable. [ The smuggest of smiles, because that was a lie and also she's going to get breakfast in bed and she doesn't have to move yet and she's tired after all that so that sounds fantastic to her. ] Holding you to that.
[ that's just a slight noise of derision okay because suuuuuure you are.
But w/e w/e he gets up and stretches and then leaves the room and finds whatever's downstairs. He already knows to stay away from eggs, but toast is okay, as are an assortment of the pastries that appear to have been automatically ordered and placed out on the island in the kitchen. (He makes a mental note to thank DUM-E and U with some oil and upgrades, and to give Butterfingers something cool too so he's not left out. Maybe he'll get to help supervise the machining for upcoming parts that Tony's going to build. That'll work. JARVIS he thanks in person, as he stands at the coffee maker, because JARVIS is the best and JARVIS knows it, Tony made sure to add a subroutine that tells him so whenever Tony audibly says the words 'Thank you' - not 'Thanks', not 'You're the best', not 'Ta', nothing else but 'Thank you', because JARVIS is awesome and JARVIS is the best but sometimes he needs to be reminded of it. Nevermind that he's an AI. Tony still treats him like a person, and moreover, JARVIS is therefore a person who has never, ever done wrong to Tony.
So Tony returns to the bedroom, a tray he scrounged up - it's mostly clean, it might be from the workshop - with coffee and cream and whatever packets of sweetener were nearby because he has no idea how Max likes her coffee. There's also pastries, and some toast that looks mostly okay. Two pieces, each half butter, half butter and cheese. ] Not sure if you can stomach cheese this morning. I'll eat whatever you don't. [ Setting the tray on the bed, closer to her, because he's already holding his coffee mug with the other hand. ] I would like to point out that I, also, came back into the room. Just for the record. [ Since she said she'd eat whatever he brought back. Or something. ]
[ ruuude but she's too content right now to do much more than rearrange the blankets and pillows in his bed into a nest big enough for two and curl up in part of it to wait for him.
She's totally okay with a workshop tray and everything on it right now, especially him nearby again, and she pushes herself up and sits cross legged in front of it, starts pouring cream into her cup of coffee as she blinks up at him. ] I think I won't risk the cheese, that's all yours. You are spectacular. [ Breakfast in bed, oh my god, she's so okay with this entire scenario right now. And then he says that and it takes her a moment to put it together with what she'd said earlier and start laughing, grin at him with her eyes crinkling as she picks up a piece of toast and takes a bite. ]
[ no cheese, cool, he'll just rip the toast in half and quietly wonder why he made them that way instead of just doing one with and one without. Maybe it was more fun. But he's just sort of going to slide back onto the bed and put maybe half a pastry in his mouth and prop up some pillows to relax against again.
He's very pleased with his wordplay okay. She didn't have to take it seriously but he likes the smile so as far as he's concerned that all worked out. ]
[ Because it looked really cool, that's why. Or at least she thought it looked pretty cool, and now she's taking her half of that piece of toast as she stirs a little sugar into her coffee and takes a sip, follows it up with a bite of toast as she leans against his shoulder a little, smiles against it. ]
[ this is all devastatingly domestic. he's going to have to blow things up for days to get this completely out of his system.
but for the moment he's awake but a little laggy and they just had excellent morning sex and now there's glazed baked goods and very little reason to actually start considering things like that until his brain actually catches up to what the rest of him is doing. ] Superstar. I have twenty-some-odd pairs of glasses and coordinating cars to prove it.
[ it is somewhat horrifyingly domestic she'd be confused if she ever actually stopped to think about it. good thing she never does!
Yes exactly glazed baked goods. All else pales before that. No need to consider anything else at all, really. ] God, that's right. You even have those asshole red ones.
What? [ that felt just the wrong side of mildly offensive. ] What asshole red ones? I don't have any asshole red things. [ And almost without pause because mentally his prepubescent boy brain helpfully supplied a hyphen that changed the context of that sentence. ] I feel like that's a very specific shade you're going for, it would be inappropriate.
[ Nearly choking on her newly acquired pastry with the sudden laughter that brings because oh my god, that is not at all what she was expecting. ] Inappropriate, seriously? How so.
[ He enjoys the laughter, but can't help but continue. ] Well, inappropriate in more than one way. I would say the name of the color is somewhat inaccurate, unless we're not talking about a natural state. And then, inappropriate because if that is indeed the name of that color, it's hardly marketable in such title. [ pulling out his 'hi i'm a ceo businessman guy' card there ]
Well, okay, what if it was just ass red. [ Beat. Consideringly. ] Actually, I'm not sure what shade that would be. How many times do you have to slap it to get to the correct shade of ass red? [ She's just fucking around now, because she can. ] I bet you could market it to fashion people or something. Who want to be shocking.
You could find out. [ casually chewing. He hasn't said anything, what. ] They all want to be shocking. Have you ever been to a fashion show? They're ridiculous.
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[ and he'd love to stay here but ] Coffee. You want any?
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[ what no she immediately burrows further into his chest ] I'm not supposed to drink much coffee. Why are you moving. Stop doing that.
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there's a long moment and then she looks up a little bit, stops trying to vanish completely into him ] Laughing at me is rude, I'm resisting movement for two here, okay.
[ on the other hand ] Food sounds good I guess.
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What's in the house? I'm sure it'll eat anything. [ that's how babies work right. ]
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But w/e w/e he gets up and stretches and then leaves the room and finds whatever's downstairs. He already knows to stay away from eggs, but toast is okay, as are an assortment of the pastries that appear to have been automatically ordered and placed out on the island in the kitchen. (He makes a mental note to thank DUM-E and U with some oil and upgrades, and to give Butterfingers something cool too so he's not left out. Maybe he'll get to help supervise the machining for upcoming parts that Tony's going to build. That'll work. JARVIS he thanks in person, as he stands at the coffee maker, because JARVIS is the best and JARVIS knows it, Tony made sure to add a subroutine that tells him so whenever Tony audibly says the words 'Thank you' - not 'Thanks', not 'You're the best', not 'Ta', nothing else but 'Thank you', because JARVIS is awesome and JARVIS is the best but sometimes he needs to be reminded of it. Nevermind that he's an AI. Tony still treats him like a person, and moreover, JARVIS is therefore a person who has never, ever done wrong to Tony.
So Tony returns to the bedroom, a tray he scrounged up - it's mostly clean, it might be from the workshop - with coffee and cream and whatever packets of sweetener were nearby because he has no idea how Max likes her coffee. There's also pastries, and some toast that looks mostly okay. Two pieces, each half butter, half butter and cheese. ] Not sure if you can stomach cheese this morning. I'll eat whatever you don't. [ Setting the tray on the bed, closer to her, because he's already holding his coffee mug with the other hand. ] I would like to point out that I, also, came back into the room. Just for the record. [ Since she said she'd eat whatever he brought back. Or something. ]
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She's totally okay with a workshop tray and everything on it right now, especially him nearby again, and she pushes herself up and sits cross legged in front of it, starts pouring cream into her cup of coffee as she blinks up at him. ] I think I won't risk the cheese, that's all yours. You are spectacular. [ Breakfast in bed, oh my god, she's so okay with this entire scenario right now. And then he says that and it takes her a moment to put it together with what she'd said earlier and start laughing, grin at him with her eyes crinkling as she picks up a piece of toast and takes a bite. ]
Yes. Yes you did. I'm very happy about it.
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He's very pleased with his wordplay okay. She didn't have to take it seriously but he likes the smile so as far as he's concerned that all worked out. ]
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You're a star.
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but for the moment he's awake but a little laggy and they just had excellent morning sex and now there's glazed baked goods and very little reason to actually start considering things like that until his brain actually catches up to what the rest of him is doing. ] Superstar. I have twenty-some-odd pairs of glasses and coordinating cars to prove it.
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Yes exactly glazed baked goods. All else pales before that. No need to consider anything else at all, really. ] God, that's right. You even have those asshole red ones.
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this feels like one of the threads we can wrap up
y probably
well if she's going to revisit old topics
they're fascinating topics ok she's just filing them away for later
he doesn't disagree, just
but okay yes i think probably done