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 Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 11:35 am
Tony sighed, like he had taken a shot and had known it was a long shot. He shrugged his shoulders, hands up in the air in a show of defenseless dismissal. He would just have to deal with Nate until the young man got bored enough with him that it over came his lazy moocher habits.
He smiled at the waitress, thanking her for the food.
"What was that?" he asked, missing Ever's last few words because of the pizza, as intended. He dug into his own meal, finding it better than he had been expecting, which was strange because he wasn't sure if he had been expecting anything, good or bad.
He ate quietly, forgetting himself. He wasn't a cook, and certainly didn't get to eat out very often. At least not anything more than the diner near his work, or the fast food place he could drag Nate to. He looked up and turned red, realizing he had lost himself in the food.
"Uhm... this is very good," he said, by way of an apology for suddenly falling silent.
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 7:17 am
"Cheap, too." Ever hadn't dug in with the enthusiasm Tony might have expected; instead he worked methodically through half the food, half of everything, pushing the rest into the corner to be packed up for later. Young men as skinny as he was sometimes proved to be bottomless pits; he wasn't like that. Instead, he'd rather pack it up and have some more in an hour or two, when quick metabolism worked its way through what he'd already eaten...
"...and by cheap, I actually mean 'usually free'." He grinned at Tony, settling his chin into his hand to watch the older man. Thinking, maybe. "Parental types seem particularly victim to my charms."
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 11:12 am
Tony laughed, nodding his head.
"Maybe for you," he shook his head, "but I will continue to always pay for my food."
In reality, he probably could have had a few free meals in his time. And when he was younger, he certainly had. Though those hadn't been given to him so much as him taking them as he saw fit. Maybe he was still making up for his past, by making sure to pay for or earn everything he had now. As if that would balance out the bad things he had done.
Still working on it.
When he finished his food, leaving some because he had noticed Ever wasn't eating all of it and he didn't want to look like a pig by comparison, he sighed. He leaned back in his chair.
"I should really eat out more often," he said, mostly to himself. "Ah, and thank you for keeping me company. I didn't mean to drag you away from whatever you were doing before."
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 7:04 pm
"Babysitting." He shook his head at Tony, bemused a bit, eyes flashing onto the older man's and then down to what was left of his pizza. Not really worth taking it with him, so -- he just packed up the rest, starting to lever himself up and snagging one of the bags by the handle. Speaking of other things he had to do -- well, yes, this was among them. He shook his head a little.
"Guy's been out of town, trying to get reacquainted, gotta figure out apartments tuff...you know." No. Tony probably didin't. That was for the best. Ever didn't really want to see what would happen if the librarian met up with a somewhat-psychopathic Negaverse general. He raised a hand in a little wave.
"Thanks for the food, I'll see you at the library...?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 11:32 am
Tony didn't know, and he blinked but nodded. He supposed he could vaguely understand, as there was nothing strange sounding about helping someone who had been out of town for a while. It was a nice thing to do, as far as Tony could think, and he smiled to show his approval.
"Of course," he said, nodding his head. That was the obvious answer, of course.
He was always at the library, in one form or another. Working there during the day, or patrolling around it when he was powered up. An easy enough existence, in theory, though the two lives would always have to be separate and untraceable. Without connection to anyone but those that lived the same way.
And wouldn't kill him.
"See you again. This was nice," he nodded his head and wandered away to get himself home. He had a dog waiting for him, after all. If he paused to think about it, it might have occurred to him that this was a kind of sad thing, but he didn't think about it. He was perfectly content, and feeling more so now then before, as he walked home.
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