Not quite dangling from the shower curtain rail, Tony looks up from beneath damp hair at Jim as he washes his hand. He already knows that this ploy isn't working. Luckily, it still really does hurt like a bitch. His suit jacket is stained red and the paleness isn't anything that can be faked.
The corners of his lips pull upward. "Did you guys really have my pie?" he asks, but it's not like the bathroom is sound proof. He heard Moran happily chewing away at it just like he hears him get up to steal a television from next door. "Okay, fine, I deserve it. But c'mon, the TV thing? Give me a little credit. I don't like being caged."
It's a sentiment only the truly crazy ever say.
"Unless I'm in the armor. Don't suppose you've got that lying around, do you?"
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Date: 2012-10-03 06:33 pm (UTC)The corners of his lips pull upward. "Did you guys really have my pie?" he asks, but it's not like the bathroom is sound proof. He heard Moran happily chewing away at it just like he hears him get up to steal a television from next door. "Okay, fine, I deserve it. But c'mon, the TV thing? Give me a little credit. I don't like being caged."
It's a sentiment only the truly crazy ever say.
"Unless I'm in the armor. Don't suppose you've got that lying around, do you?"