handwritten;

[brotimaeus]

[The message starts off with a few unevenly-spaced dots as he taps his black biro against the paper. His handwriting is spidery and sprawling, but legible.]

Well, don't I feel special.
One minute I'm minding my own business and the next I'm having a string of numbers pushed into my head and finding my way around this merry fucking mess.
That was rude, by the way.
What if I was driving or something.

[dot... dot dot]

Either this is working or I'm getting concerned about making an ass of myself for no reason.
If it isn't then who would even give a damn anyway.

Comments

[oncedevil]

[Basically that exactly. Hold him down, cover his eyes, and hope you can snap some sense into him before he hurts himself of someone else.

Tony also falls silent, gobbling pizza until he's stuffed and finally just sitting quietly, already half-dozing while they watch the movie. He hasn't been feeling too right since he got hit by that car, honestly, so staying focused on things was a little difficult. Staying awake even harder.

He perks up a little when Richard speaks up again, and he glances over from where he's curled into a little ball. Is it that obvious?]

Yeah, kinda. Been a long week you know.

[brotimaeus]

[He can deal with that. The fact he has half a foot on the kid is probably a good thing.

But, yes. Kind of obvious.]

Go and get yourself cleaned up. I'll set the couch up for you.

[Assuming Tony does as he's told.. when he get back he'll find that Richard has pulled an actual bed out of the corner sofa. Surprise?]

[oncedevil]

[A foot and quite a bit of bulk! Tony was wiry, and stronger than he looked, but still very scrawny. He'd be easy enough to pin down.]

Nh? But I already took a shower...

[He grumbled as he got up anyway to go do... something, with himself. He didn't really know what but okay. Tooth brushing or something yeah. But yes, he does as he's told and meanders back a short while later, expression utterly perplexed. Where the hell did that come from?]

Woah where were you hiding that?

[Magic?]

[brotimaeus]

[It's really just a ruse to get Tony out of the room so he's not watching Richard fight with the thing. There are some indignities that must be suffered alone, after all, and hauling a double bed out of a sofa is one of them.

He's straightening the mattress on top of it when the young man comes back, casting him a quick grin at the look on his face.]

Needed a new sofa. I'd been figurin' on offering you a more reliable place to crash, anyway. Should be comfortable, I ain't tried it out myself.

[oncedevil]

[Okay well, he can understand that. And thankfully it takes a little bit of digging to find a tooth brush he can use (it's always handy that they come in packs of multiples). Look at that, this is the cleanest he's been in.. well, a while. It's a nice feeling to be certain.]

Awe you didn't have to do that... [Yes that's a pointless statement but he doesn't know what else to say.] Sure looks comfy, thank you.

[He's actually really touched that Richard went to this much effort for him. Honestly he was totally happy sleeping on a normal couch.]

[brotimaeus]

Hey, now, don't get the idea that I only did it for you. [Richard grins, ruffling a hand over Tony's hair.] I really liked this couch, just happened to be a fold out.

[Total coincidence.

In a few minutes the bed is made and Richard is straightening up to rub the tension out of his shoulders.]

Go ahead. I'll be in the office for a couple of hours. Turn the light out when you want.

[oncedevil]

Yeah yeah. [He's amused anyway, and still not completely convinced that he didn't factor into the equation at all. At least he'd like to think so, so he is, because it makes him feel like he's actually wanted somewhere.]

Sure, and hey... thanks again. It's nice not sleeping in a tree.

[Or on a park bench, or under some concrete ledge somewhere. Of course, once Richard left and Tony made himself comfortable he'd be out like a light.]