Bruce has yet to get comfortable with 'dropping by' anywhere. He started to get better at it when he lived in the tower, because typically someone he knew was somewhere, and Jarvis would tell him where, and it seemed permissible. It was a common living space. He knew that Frank's invitation was sincere, and Kamala wouldn't mind, but he still felt that clench of anxiety before knocking. The barking did startle him at first, but it didn't sound angry once the door opened and they came out, so he let out a breath he was holding.
He's carrying a few things that he almost drops as soon as the dogs come out, but he manages to hook them carefully under his armpit and pet the dogs at the same time. Bruce has a deep love for animals of all kind; they were soothing and genuine. He had a dog, once, a stray that stayed with him in Brazil, but it had been a long time since then. He smiles and bobs his head at Frank as he steps inside, dark eyes curiously sweeping around the place. He can take in an enormous amount of detail behind those glasses in a very quick amount of time, and he finds that he really likes it there. It's very lived in. Bruce hasn't even attempted to make a room his room, he shares Tony's. Maybe they'd get to this level some time.
"Hi Frank. Hi Kamala. Thanks for letting me in, and for helping with the expo." Food is a good incentive and it might have gotten them some curious people who otherwise wouldn't have bothered. "So I got an interesting package. I didn't realize that the mail man gets out here. But someone must be reading my mind." It's all said with a mix of dry humor and wry acceptance, because they're all aware someone's watching them. "A big box full of notebooks, enough that we won't run out of space just yet while making new notes abut this place." Perfect timing, since he took a lot of notes during the expo.
He hands Frank two notebooks, one which is already filled with his very clear and crisp handwriting listing these details, and an empty one for Frank and Kamala to share as well. "That's a copy, I have mine. I'm working on getting the rest of everything we know copied too."
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He's carrying a few things that he almost drops as soon as the dogs come out, but he manages to hook them carefully under his armpit and pet the dogs at the same time. Bruce has a deep love for animals of all kind; they were soothing and genuine. He had a dog, once, a stray that stayed with him in Brazil, but it had been a long time since then. He smiles and bobs his head at Frank as he steps inside, dark eyes curiously sweeping around the place. He can take in an enormous amount of detail behind those glasses in a very quick amount of time, and he finds that he really likes it there. It's very lived in. Bruce hasn't even attempted to make a room his room, he shares Tony's. Maybe they'd get to this level some time.
"Hi Frank. Hi Kamala. Thanks for letting me in, and for helping with the expo." Food is a good incentive and it might have gotten them some curious people who otherwise wouldn't have bothered. "So I got an interesting package. I didn't realize that the mail man gets out here. But someone must be reading my mind." It's all said with a mix of dry humor and wry acceptance, because they're all aware someone's watching them. "A big box full of notebooks, enough that we won't run out of space just yet while making new notes abut this place." Perfect timing, since he took a lot of notes during the expo.
He hands Frank two notebooks, one which is already filled with his very clear and crisp handwriting listing these details, and an empty one for Frank and Kamala to share as well. "That's a copy, I have mine. I'm working on getting the rest of everything we know copied too."