“So… Pizza or Mexican? One would mean getting up – the other doesn’t.” Not that Ky actually needed to eat, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy himself once in a while.
“Heard that one too many times?” the billionaire asks, casual and completely unphased by the other man’s obvious irritation. As someone who frequently uses pick-up lines— both as jokes and a precursor to actual flirting— Tony is well acquainted with annoyed or angry reactions. Thankfully, he’s also prepared with an alternative line, “How about this one: Are you made of fluorine, iodine and neon? Because you are F-I-Ne!”
Being flirted with was… uncommon, but he had heard – not to mention used – his own fair share of pickup lines before. It was unnerving to find out other’s had used them, but it wasn’t entirely unexpected either. “Actually, i’m made of hellfire,” he said bluntly. “ or are you really that desperate?” Either way, it wasn’t like he cared – Ky just doubted anyone would take that much energy and put it towards himself. “Either way? Congratulations… you have my full attention.”
“I don’t… I don’t like pictures being taken.” It reminded him of how he disliked what he looked like. How he always wore two faces; the human one and the one just under the skin. Maybe he was just over thinking, but he didn’t stop moving. Not entirely at least. “Can’t you take one of someone else?”
❝ I wasn’t in the mood to deal with you today, Odinson, but here we are. ❞ He snorted in disgust. ❝ You sicken me – pompous attitude, the need to put your ‘place’ above others – i almost would think it’s admirable. ❞ If he wasn’t on the receiving end. ❝ Unfortunately… i’m here on business. ❞
“YOU WILL HAVE TO try better than that if you hope to gain any information.” mar-vell muses, rolling his shoulders. a grin tugs at his lips as he adjusts his suit. “care to try again?”
HE HAD BEEN TRYING as best as he could. he didn’t know what else to do or maybe simply wasn’t thinking clearly. he was a long ways from home – far more than he thought he’d be, but here he was. stuck and he didn’t know what else to do besides obtain information somehow… someway. “i could always tear you apart; want me to try it THAT WAY?”
“Does that ever help you?” The question was asked in a dull tone. Almost as if he wasn’t interested in the conversation at all – in truth, he wasn’t – as he leaned his head back for a few moments. “Or do you just get captured?”
❝ Don’t need anymore ‘friends’, especially not the one who’s the son of that demon king bastard ❞
❝ Typical arrogance at it’s finest, ❞ he said bluntly. ❝ I thought you were better than that, but then again… what can I expect for someone who lives their life behind suit.❞
A hand clutches his head as he lets out a low groan, a large pounding still traveling throughout his skull. Fuck it felt like his head had been bounced off the ground, though it very could have and he just hit it so hard that he doesn’t remember. “Shit, what happened?” Eddie can feel the other’s presence in the room, is surprised he stuck around but he shouldn’t really be so surprised at anything that happens nowadays.
“Do you really want the answer to that?” Ky might not have cared for anyone -at least publicly – but there was still some sort of bond there. maybe he was just imagining it and yet… he still stuck around. “Or can we say congratulations.. you’re alive and move on?”
Hellfirebound 