[ Mr. Stark is currently dragging a desk around from the single window in the room after having determined a couple times that lifting it wasn't gonna happen. It's a big desk, and how they got it up all these friggin' stairs is anyone's guess. Well, no, it was probably magic. ]
Hey, [ he says, sparing a glance. ] Help me out, would ya. You get that end.
[ As he is most days, Tony is likewise 99% local, something still anachronistic in the way he styles himself, even the way he moves, somehow. But he's in shades of grey, shirt sleeves rolled, and from the centre of his chest, there's a dull blue glow that snags and emanates through cotton. ]
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Hey, [ he says, sparing a glance. ] Help me out, would ya. You get that end.
[ As he is most days, Tony is likewise 99% local, something still anachronistic in the way he styles himself, even the way he moves, somehow. But he's in shades of grey, shirt sleeves rolled, and from the centre of his chest, there's a dull blue glow that snags and emanates through cotton. ]
At an angle, opposite the door. I'll say when.