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Walking crooked down the beach.
Feb. 4th, 2016 10:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
letmetakeaselfie[ tony has taken to scuttling out to the ship once the blast radius is safe again. a red and gold robot arm reaches into the hull to help pull him out. he's rambling, not really paying attention to what he's saying. alien planet, crash landing, electrical grid, treehouses... he doesn't know. there's a golden retriever in tow who barks at harry, as if trying to call attention to something. it's only when tony actually tunes in and looks that he sees it. ]
...Oh. [ for some reason he hadn't considered the possibility that his face would be shared even if he's already met two pairs of such a phenomenon. not twins. alternate universes colliding. he's going to have to explain that now too, isn't he? ] Son of a bitch.
...Oh. [ for some reason he hadn't considered the possibility that his face would be shared even if he's already met two pairs of such a phenomenon. not twins. alternate universes colliding. he's going to have to explain that now too, isn't he? ] Son of a bitch.
