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Hugs: Nalom 16- shortly after speaking with Ignis

[runs_on_batteries]

"Dammit to hell!" He roared as he stepped into the townhouse. He slammed the door so hard, the whole thing snapped off and went flying into the yard leaving a gaping hole. "Oh for fucksakes!" He rolled his eyes and let the helmet of his suit fall back.

"Gladio I just broke your house!" He hollered, unsure if his friend was even home or not. With a heavy sigh, he went and picked up the door and carried it effortlessly back. He examined the material of the wall to see how best to fix this. "Your friends are also douchebags and I think they might show up with pitchforks and torches in a couple hours to lynch me."

[callmegladio]

Gladio HAD been home and had been in the process of adding a second bed to one of the rooms to give Tony a makeshift double bed like his own. He had the frame in and the mattress halfway through the door when he heard the crash. As fortune would have it, he was trapped enough that he wasn't able to go running to find out who was breaking in, which gave Tony time to yell up at him. Gladio just sighed, rolled his eyes and shoved the mattress haphazardly into the bedroom. He'd deal with that later. This sounded more important.

As he walked down the stairs the gaping hole where his door used to be was the first thing he saw. The next, as he stepped down into the living room, was Tony in his suit and the broken pieces of his door.

"... Well I've no way of stopping them now you killed my door." He muttered dryly. Not amused at all. "The hell, Tony? Why're you breaking my house? What happened and why're they douchebags?"

Feb. 18th [Voice - In-Person Later]

[blindedbyloyalty]

[ Ignis isn't impressed with this world right now, he's struggling to make something with the replicators broken and on top of that, his Ebony stash is gone. His argument with Tony hadn't helped his mood, nor did finding out that Era had wanted to cut herself out of the family. Noct's distressed by it all.

He's not in a good mood as he pulls a pot out the cupboard. He'd debated on just grabbing something from a cafe, but he doesn't run into the bears that are supposedly around... or Tony. They need space to cool off.

He doesn't understand why his train self fell for the man in the first place, things had started out fine between the pair, then it had gotten rather frustrating. Like he was talking to a brick wall. He recalls an argument that he had with Noctis once upon a time back, but that had been his fault, not understanding Noct's fear over losing his dad. He's not sure who's at fault here now. Both of them, if he had to guess.

He's in the middle of filing the pot with water when his phone goes off, making him jump and spilling the pot in the sink. Ignis groans, but he's thankful that it wasn't too much of a mess or that he hadn't gotten far with... whatever he was going to cook.

He rarely uses his phone for calls, he's called up Gladio twice... and that's it. So someone calling him is a surprise, back in the day on Eos it had been Noctis calling him, but here it could be anyone. He follows the sound of the phone going off, it's on the counter, not far and he answers it. ]

Ignis. [ Ignis keeps his tone even, not sure who's on the line...? ]

Re: Feb. 18th [Voice - In-Person Later]

[runs_on_batteries]

You don't say 'Good afternoon' or 'Thank you for calling this is Ignis Scientia, how may I be of service?'? How disappointing.

[The familiar tone chuckled.]

Hugtopia » ~Feb 21st • [ text ]

[astralera]

Hello, Tony Stark. I hope you're well.

I apologize for my earlier behaviour. You caught me by surprise, but that is no excuse for inadequately controlling my emotions.

Should you engage with me again in the future I assure you I will do better.

From,
Era

Re: Hugtopia » ~Feb 21st • [ text ]

[runs_on_batteries]

[He wasn't, but he wasn't going to admit it. In addition to that, Gladio is assisting him in writing this and his friend is subtly tweaking it so it sounds more polite.]

Good to hear from you again Era,

Everyone has their own emotional minefields. I didn't mean to step so carelessly through yours. Would you be willing to explain to me what happened? I can offer you drinks and fresh chips as our replicator keeps giving us potatoes with everything we request. Or if you prefer, I'd be happy to come by and get the hot chocolate I had to delay on. Also, I'm very handy at repairing walls should you need it.

Sincerely,
Tony

Hugtopia » ~Feb 21st

[callmegladio]

Continued from: Here


Gladio was too stunned to move or speak. Too shocked to feel the same kind of anger that Tony did. What he felt was disbelief. There was no way that he could understand Era's feelings on this. While he hated to be idle, there where things that could be done. A million things that could be done to keep the mind and body occupied. It wasn't like the Voidtrecker where they where trapped in a tin tube with almost 200 other people with no room to breathe. No room to move. That was hell.

But Era was right on one thing. She didn't know what it was like for them. On the train or beyond that. What he did blame her for was trying to glorify murder and suffering as something preferable to sitting quietly now and again.

This whole thing had gone wrong from the start it seemed. Era was supposed to have come here to talk to Tony and for some reason she had decided to talk about another world... That had been a bad move on her part. Slowly Gladio moved and turned on the couch as Era stormed out and left him alone with Tony. Before he could open his mouth, Tony threw the cookies against the door... Gladio held still, watching him carefully, half expecting him to destroy his door again. But when he didn't, Gladio rose to his feet and moved closer.

"Tony..." He called the name, making sure that the other man knew he was there, before he slipped in behind him and wrapped his arms tight about Tony. He pulled him back against his chest. "I've got you."

Re: Hugtopia » ~Feb 21st

[runs_on_batteries]

Tony didn't hear his name fully, but it was enough that when he felt arms, he didn't panic or get hostile. Instead, he went easily where Gladio tugged him. The trembling anger in him was making starting to seep out of him, which made him uncomfortable knowing what would be underneath.

"It's never us!" He hissed. "We are never the ones who suffer. We first learn about a monster or a murdered because they have already taken a long- destroyed a family. We can defend the whole damn planet, but the first strike kills so many people before we even know there's a battle." He shook his head. "We fight so our children can live and not suffer. As hurt as we get, it's nothing compared to what the children see. I moved my family away from the city after.. after Thanos wiped out half our world's population so my daughter could keep her innocence as long as possible and I could heal. If she wants idle then she should try spending twenty two days in an adrift space craft with no food or water and knowing the next day the air would be gone too. That's the real definition of helpless. Or watching a whole city be lifted off the ground for the sheer purpose of it being dropped to destroy your planet by a creation, you made. There's all the death count you'll ever need."

He finally looked at Gladio, not caring that he had tears running down his face. "I wasn't a good man when I became Iron Man and I sure as hell didn't ask to become him, but I've tried so hard to make up for it. Despite all the good I did, I don't think I ever got close because of mistakes I kept making."

Hugs: Nalom 23- evening

[runs_on_batteries]

After this- here

Tony felt bad about upsetting Gladio. The rest of the afternoon with Noct had certainly been interesting, but his focus was now solely on the man inside their townhouse he'd been a royal dick to. As he came in, he heard the water running upstairs and sighed. No sexy shower or bath to help him get out of this one, but he might be able to try something else.

He put the dessert he'd bought for the Shield in the refrigerator and then hurried upstairs. The bathroom was at the top of the stairs and followed by two sets of bedrooms on both sides of the hall making a total of four rooms. Tony went into his room and slipped out of his clothes. When he heard the bathroom door open, he opened his own and stood, leaned up against the door way, naked, and a naughty grin on his face. His mind was running through all the ways he could apologize to Gladio properly.

[callmegladio]

Gladio had gone through the whole gamut of emotions since walking away from Noct and Tony. He'd been so angry all the way home, but once he was sat down the guilt waved in, compounded by his texts from Noct. He felt bad. He shouldn't have left them like that. But he knew if he'd stayed he would have caused something. If he thought he felt guilty now, the guilt of chasing Noct away or causing Tony another attack outweighed it by a massive amount. When he wasn't feeling like an idiot, he'd argued himself into being angry with Tony all over again. The bastard knew. He knew exactly what he was doing. And instead of apologising when they'd landed he'd just walked away. Walked away like it was nothing. Like he was nothing. So yes, mixed in with that anger was a whole world of hurt. With a sprinkling of broken trust on top of that.

In the end Gladio decided to take himself to the shower and then bed. He'd lock the door. He didn't think he would stand to see Tony right then...

Unfortunately the shower masked Tony's return. Gladio had no idea he was home. So when he left the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist and hair dripping, he headed to his room... And for a split second he felt his heart stop. Someone was in the doorway of Tony's room. Luckily in that second that sent a shot of adrenaline through him, his awareness was heightened to realise just who was in the doorway. And the state of undress. And Gladio just didn't pay it a bit of attention. He didn't look past that glimpse out the corner of his eye. He didn't stop. He kept walking and went straight into his bedroom... and closed the door behind him.

Gladio thought it showed great restraint that he didn't slam it closed.

[text, some time after their initial conversation]

[unnecessaryflourishes]

One of the smaller varieties of magitek native to my world. The design is not precisely one of my own, but it should serve as a reasonable example.

[There follows a sketch of what appears to be some sort of small, mobile turret - while the drawing itself is hand-drawn, it's more than clear that this is something that Emet is both accustomed to doing and has had time to get good at; each component carefully and meticulously sketched out.

...On the other hand, absolutely none of it is labeled and there's no indication of what it might use as fuel. Still, should Tony be interested in recreating it - and actually manage to do so in absence of any pointers about what the thing is made of - he'll find that while it is perfectly functional neither is it without its flaws. One of which is that it will only function for short periods at a time.]

Voice

[runs_on_batteries]

[Tony had been dozing on the couch, one arm thrown over his eyes and a hologram image of the arena spinning about a foot nearby. There were some notes and measurements at various points of the diagram. However, the light was dimmed since he'd fallen asleep in middle of working on it.

He groaned and woke begrudgingly. At first, he didn't know what he was looking at or why but he figured it out. About a few hours later, 'Sully' got a reply. It would've been sooner, but he finished his nap first.]

Your design was flawed so I took the liberty of critiquing it. While your artistic skills are impressive your diagram was surprisingly unspecific. After I reviewed the design though, I think you did yourself a favor by not wasting anymore of your time than you already had on this.. let's call it a drone, shall we?

I don't see the point in a helmet for your drone here since it would be flying. If someone was shooting or striking at it, the attack would be from the ground. The nose, is this to serve as a face or canon? It's asinine. The wings themselves are ridiculously inefficient and are an easy target. It would be far more energy efficient if they were fans that created wind tunnels at two points or one larger one along a thinner, flatter frame instead of this circular, bulky design. You've essentially attempted to recreated a metal bee and while this may earn points among children and imbeciles, if I were you I'd find someone else to blame this atrocity on and fast.

Instead, here's a drone worth your while. Here

Hugs: March 7th (or around then/whenever works best for you)

[astralera]

Tony Stark,

I apologize for our last conversation.

Would it be permissible to copy the private exchange to a document where I can remove your identifying information? I would like my confidante's input.

Good luck.

7th is good!

[runs_on_batteries]

[Tony had needed some help emotionally healing from their fight. He was grateful Gladio was his roommate and someone he could turn to when shit happened. He thought he was on his way to getting over it, but getting a text from Era, even a very neutral message like this one brought the rage right back. So he opted for the best way he could come up with to keep from saying something he might regret- without a word, he handed the tablet to Gladio and went upstairs for his pills.]

voice; March 8th, some time in the afternoon

[unnecessaryflourishes]

I believe there was some mention of various literature exchanging hands? If [he rattles off a set of coordinates that perfectly matches to where Tony happens to live] happens to be your current residence I could come to you, should that prove convenient.

[runs_on_batteries]

Hey there Sully. Yes, I have the information. I was going to send it over by native messenger, but if you'd like to come and personally retrieve it that would be fine too. I have green or black tea.

March 11th

[astralera]

Hello,

Video messaging makes me uncomfortable, though if it is your preference over text would a compromise of audio be permissible?

I cannot use audio today as my voice is still doing the thing, however I will keep your communication preferences in mind and abide by them whenever I am capable.

Re: March 11th

[runs_on_batteries]

Or a normal person would say, 'Hi Tony, how are you doing?'

What's up Era? And I don't really care anymore. Just do the text.

voice; March 14th

[unnecessaryflourishes]

We need to speak.

[In contrast to the friendlier tones Tony might have come to expect from "Sully", his voice is downright cold this time. Very nearly to the point of being clipped off, even, as if he is deeply displeased.]

Re: voice; March 14th

[runs_on_batteries]

Oh? Whatever could this be about?

[The mock innocence in his voice is intended to be just as obvious as it sounds.]

Door's open.

March 17th - after the message from Gladio

[astralera]

Hello,

I have just been made aware of a recent visit Solus made to your residence.

I was told you sustained injuries during the encounter. I am capable of expediting your body's natural healing process via Nymian magicks if you find yourself in need of it, or simply alleviating discomfort with the herbal remedies I have at my disposal.

I apologize for my boyfriend's behaviour, and my failure to prevent it.

I will refrain from initiating communications with you from now on.

Thank you for your attempts to help me, and may you have a swift recovery, Tony.

[runs_on_batteries]

[Read 1:14 pm.]

[Deleted 1:15 pm.]

[Bottoms up 1:15 pm and 20 seconds.]

March 24: Night ~ For Pyra

[runs_on_batteries]

[One would think the long hours of hard, physical labor would make it easy for Tony to sleep. It did at first, but not tonight. He'd thought about crawling in bed with Gladio for either sex or sleep, but when he'd peeked in his roommate's room the man had looked too peaceful to bother. So instead, he took to the sky.

To be perfectly honest, he loved that he could do this again. It was a great way to clear his mind and get that rush while feeling completely alone. Sometimes you need that feeling, even as extroverted as Tony was.

It was a lovely night with mild weather and a slight breeze that smelled like spring. He didn't hear her coming as he sat on top of a building, legs swung over the edge, staring out into the glow of city lights.

When she got close enough, he felt more than heard Friday nudge his mind with a certain signal. Glancing up, it took a second before he smiled.]

Pyra.. how did you get up here?

[iustaegis]

[ For all intents and purposes, when he notices then turns to spot her, calling out to her, she seems just as surprised to see him. ] T-tony?

[ But then that surprise fades, and she smiles as if this is a happy coincidence. ] I didn't expect to see you here. I could be asking you the same thing!

[ Was it his suit. It was probably his suit, she assumes. ]

Text.

[hot_handed]

STARK

You're a genius.

Whats the best way to threaten the temple gods and not get arrested?

Re: Text.

[runs_on_batteries]

[He had been fixing something in the brewery, but that text coming through got his attention immediately.]

Where are you and how much time do we have before the police arrive?

Probably now.

[callmegladio]

[Gladio was on the hunt. He had a boyfriend who wasn't in his arms right now.

He found him in his study.]

Friday? Music. Something... slow.

[He didn't have to ask if Friday was around to handle his request, he knew she was. And he was gratified to hear the soft strains of something perfect for the moment filling the room. Gladio just smiled and held his hand out to Tony.]

Re: Probably now.

[runs_on_batteries]

[He didn't know exactly how Gladio had picked this moment to show up, but he he'd just gone from the adrenaline rush and self-righteous feelings of a fight to protect his 'men' and getting cut to deep by one tiny pink-haired girl.

The adults he could handle just fine and even teenagers. He'd thrown his phone across the room and was nursing a rather large glass of scotch when he abruptly heard the command.

Turning in his desk chair, he stared in disbelief at his boyfriend with his outstretched hand. His lips curled and he got up to join him.]

What brought this on?