He walks up to his bed and motions to her with his glasses, “You do realize I am not Stark right?” He half smiles as he chuckles.
“Of course you’re not Stark.” She sits up, half propped on one elbow. “You’re the brilliant and mysterious Doctor Bruce Banner, the man with two souls.”
Marie laughed, ”Yea give me a few and I will be back home.”
“Bless you. NGH. I /hate/ this.”
*quirks an eyebrow* ‘Kaaay…?
/I/, Anthony Stark, do not fall in love with assholes. I forbid you to call yourself that.
Jury’s still out. *scrunches up his nose so it won’t stick*
No it is not. *chucks all the nerf equipment aside* Do /not/ say that.
*snorts* I wasn’t complaining. I told you I would play, didn’t I? And considering I’m a stubborn asshole, do you really think I would if I was so dead set against it?
You are not an asshole, Tony. Don’t say that. *stubbornly tries to stick a dart to his nose*
*shakes it off again* …I’m starting to think you might be more easily amused than me.
Maybe right now. This is you complaining isn’t it. *sighs sadly* Okay, I’ll stop.
*shakes his head again, so it falls down her shirt after it falls off*
*fishes it out and sticks it on him again*
*rolls his eyes* …Fiiiine, I’ll play.
*sticks another dart to his face*
*snorts* Your chosen victim didn’t seem to be chompin’ at the bit to play along. I’ll set you down in IT. You can go after the interns. Some of them will probably even fight back.
No. *sulkily* If I can’t play with you or your twinself, I don’t want to play.
*goes cross eyed in his attempt to look up at the dart, before shaking his head so it falls off* Who said you aren’t?
You took me away from my chosen victim! *squeaks indignantly*