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[propulsion]

"You have reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark."

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[propulsion]

Uh huh.

[ Homework. :/ ]

Hey just thinking about it, you know who'd be perfect for that? My pal Fitz. He came in pretty recent [ it has surely been months ], same place as me, could probably give a fresh perspective.

[murderbaby]

[Fitz, now, there's a name that sounds real. Tony Stark sounds like something one says before seizing.]

I intend to solicit opinions, as misguided as that is sure to be. I hope I can count his among them.

[propulsion]

[ Okay MhAVoS dAlAt. Tony, however, gives an immediate short laugh-- ]

Oh, yeah, good luck.

[murderbaby]

[Dryly,]

I'll need it.

[propulsion]

It is a hundred percent the clown show you remember. Speaking of, when'd you get in?

[murderbaby]

And yet, a 'clown show', so to speak, is at least autonomous.

Recently.

[propulsion]

Yeah?

[ He waits for elaboration. ]

[murderbaby]

Within the fortnight. I was recently of Val Royeaux... again.

[propulsion]

Huh. Okay.

I could probably still use the clerical help if you're looking for busywork, and I got a stack of documents labelled 'elf stuff' under Project Felandaris that could probably use a pair of eyes. Athessa's, uh. Doing stuff there too.

[ Listen, he's busy. ]

[murderbaby]

I'll see to it. I look forward to working with a man of such advanced cultural sensitivity.

[propulsion]

That bad?

[ He can hear the joke, but still. ]

[murderbaby]

I've heard far worse. The fact that you trust me with the topic over yourself is something that would have shocked me, months ago.

[propulsion]

In a world without Sesame Street.

[murderbaby]

...You must do this on purpose, but to what point, I could not tell you.

[propulsion]

It's puppets.

Good luck with your thing.

[murderbaby]

Good luck with your... puppets.