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Jul. 27th, 2018 06:44 pmIt was Friday night. Unusually, Tony Stark was in. Over the last week, he hadn't felt particularly in the mood for the shallow sort of socializing that tended to happen at parties and bars.
Anyway, he had a new suit that needed building, and doing that was more satisfying. Freshly printed carriage parts were warm in his hands, and smell of synthetic grease was familiar. Tony finished ratcheting together an arm and shoulder joint he'd finished the parts for and set his socket wrench aside, taking a break.
A few minutes ago, he'd set the coffee pot brewing, and Tony rolled his shop stool over to the metal cabinet he had it sitting on with all of the coffee supplies and the World's Greatest Emergency Contact mug.
Huh.
Tony would swear he'd made a full pot, but the eight cup pot had only about five and a half cups of the blonde roast he'e made left.
"I ... need more sleep. I'm going nuts."
Anyway, he had a new suit that needed building, and doing that was more satisfying. Freshly printed carriage parts were warm in his hands, and smell of synthetic grease was familiar. Tony finished ratcheting together an arm and shoulder joint he'd finished the parts for and set his socket wrench aside, taking a break.
A few minutes ago, he'd set the coffee pot brewing, and Tony rolled his shop stool over to the metal cabinet he had it sitting on with all of the coffee supplies and the World's Greatest Emergency Contact mug.
Huh.
Tony would swear he'd made a full pot, but the eight cup pot had only about five and a half cups of the blonde roast he'e made left.
"I ... need more sleep. I'm going nuts."
