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hugtopia2021-02-15 02:36 pm
runs_on_batteries) wrote in hugtopia2021-02-15 02:36 pm
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[A disheveled middle aged man's face appears on the screen looking incredibly over it. Whatever 'it' is, he's been done with it since Friday and there's no end in sight. There's a large smear of chocolate running from just about his ear on his left side down his neck and along one side of a red hoodie he's wearing.]
Dammit! Damn this place and those creepy bears from god-knows-what! Where the hell am I? Voidtreckers, if you can hear me, my communicator isn't connecting me to the train!
Of all the f-
[Tony's cut off as he spots another bear gang down the street and moves quickly to an alley out of sight.]
What is this place?
Dammit! Damn this place and those creepy bears from god-knows-what! Where the hell am I? Voidtreckers, if you can hear me, my communicator isn't connecting me to the train!
Of all the f-
[Tony's cut off as he spots another bear gang down the street and moves quickly to an alley out of sight.]
What is this place?
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[He might just swing by and scoop his friend up. That'd be pretty amusing to see Gladio shriek.]
Did you tell her how you like to wear women's underwear?
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[He'd play along. He'd never worn women's underwear in his life and would probably never will... unless really, really drunk.]
You don't just come out and tell people that, Tony, c'mon. Have a little class.
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So wait, let me get this straight. On the train, we had all these people itching for a place to screw and here there are all these free houses with all these extra bedrooms and stuff and we get money for doing that? If they just rented the Voidtreckers for a week, they'd get *so* much energy!
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You're probably right. But not all of that energy was good. And there was a hell of a lot more people on that train than here.
[His arm had wrapped around Tony more securely now. After that stumble he didn't want the guy falling.]
Almost there. Then we'll get you laying down and resting.
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So many fucking people! Almost makes me glad I took out a whole country of them.
[Pause.]
I didn't mean that. That was terrible.
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But then he remembered Tony's pills. He wondered just what the hell was in those things. He wanted to ask about the comment but had a feeling that probably wasn't a line of conversation he should be going down.
So he didn't say anything. What he did was lead his friend up to one of the small townhouses. He used his phone to get in and let go of Tony so that he could put his umbrella away and get the door closed. Inside the house was... small, yes. But it was bigger than where they'd been before. The living room, dining room and kitchen were all open plan. And the furniture had all been moved to the sides to make as much of an open space in the center of the room as he could possibly get.]
Upstairs, you. There's two bedrooms so you've got your pick. The beds are single so it'll do for now, tomorrow I'll drag the other bed in and make it as much of a double as I can till I can get real ones.
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[He wasn't really paying attention to the house and only half listening to what was being said. He had started to go the direction Gladio had told him to, but spotted the nice, soft surface of the couch. He swears the thing was calling to him.
He stumbled again, but this time purposefully kept going down right onto the couch like a crash landing jet. His brown stained boots hung off the side conveniently missing the upholstery and his eyes fell shut.
In the past couple weeks or days, he wasn't sure which, he'd handled a very unpopular trial followed by a counsel election that had been questioned at every step. His only space to himself and where he kept a lot of important items from everyone on the train that needed repaired had been blown up by his kid that never listened or seemed to care about his mental state. He'd been fighting for a cure for a disease that was slowly killing one of the children only for the chemicals to mix poorly and turn toxic, causing a heart attack. To say the least, the man was tired.]
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[Gladio was just heading to the stairs when he heard the thump of a body falling and spun around to find Tony had gone the wrong way. And was on the couch. He sighed and moved closer. His friend was fast asleep. Alright, he'd leave him there. The couch was comfortable enough. But what he would do... was get his boots off and away so they stopped dripping.
Once Gladio had those and his own off, he jogged upstairs to grab a blanket from one of the spare rooms as well as a pillow. He brought both down and got Tony as comfortable as he could without waking him.
Then he moved across the room and dropped himself into the love seat with a sigh.
This had been a wild day. Tony was here... He'd never imagined something like that would happen. But it did. And he was glad that it was Tony. Did he wish it was someone else? Of course. But since Prompto was already there another would be... strange to say the least. Anyway, it was fine as it was. Tony was good people. Gladio would let him sleep it off and then maybe he could show him around.
But that was a job for future Gladio.]
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