It's just so much, it happens so quick, that all Tony can do is stare. First, the wall gets his undivided attention. And then his hand. And finally Jim. Only then does his mouth hang open, the scream still soundless for a moment. Moran makes more noise, fork still in his mouth. It's just a little snort of a thing, followed by a grin as Tony stands, knocking back his chair.
Oh, it's a mess. A hundred things pool through his mind as he gags on his own tongue and shuffles back and tries not spill the wine.
Yes, he has his priorities.
Sweat beads on his brow and pours down his temples as he finally finds his voice. "Wh--" Not much of a voice after all.
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Date: 2012-10-02 10:57 pm (UTC)Oh, it's a mess. A hundred things pool through his mind as he gags on his own tongue and shuffles back and tries not spill the wine.
Yes, he has his priorities.
Sweat beads on his brow and pours down his temples as he finally finds his voice. "Wh--" Not much of a voice after all.