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Teleios | I Will Remember You Plot
May. 4th, 2014 02:52 pmIt takes a lot to make Tony nervous. Years of public speaking and business deals means he has no problem with public speaking or dealing with pushy businesspeople. That stuff is fine, and, as much as he frequently needed a drink afterwards, the actual process was no trouble.
They've been in Teleios long enough now that he's much better about interpersonal communication and so on than he was before, too. Not having to carry the persona all the time helps, of course, as does the fact that the city's given him the chance to build things his own way, without the expectation that his name carried at home before he was ever in charge of Stark Industries.
That doesn't mean he's not nervous about his plans for this afternoon. There's a small box nearby that he's opened and closed so many times it's a miracle the hinge hasn't snapped, but he wants it to be perfect, and he can't help the need to keep checking that it's there, that it hasn't disappeared or gotten broken or developed the tiniest flaw in the last ten seconds since he last looked.
The familiar sound of heels on tile has him looking up, hurriedly shoving the box into a shelf on the table, nearly catching his finger in it in the process, and the smile he gives her as she moves into sight still likely has something odd about it. "Hey."
They've been in Teleios long enough now that he's much better about interpersonal communication and so on than he was before, too. Not having to carry the persona all the time helps, of course, as does the fact that the city's given him the chance to build things his own way, without the expectation that his name carried at home before he was ever in charge of Stark Industries.
That doesn't mean he's not nervous about his plans for this afternoon. There's a small box nearby that he's opened and closed so many times it's a miracle the hinge hasn't snapped, but he wants it to be perfect, and he can't help the need to keep checking that it's there, that it hasn't disappeared or gotten broken or developed the tiniest flaw in the last ten seconds since he last looked.
The familiar sound of heels on tile has him looking up, hurriedly shoving the box into a shelf on the table, nearly catching his finger in it in the process, and the smile he gives her as she moves into sight still likely has something odd about it. "Hey."
