A good host minds their guests- he's cleaned up a little from the day of work, scrubbed his hands clean, combed through his hair, made sure he didn't smell like ozone and metal, but it's a casual get together more than anything else. After being taken by the spine and shook pretty hard the month previous- he's better. Still weary in the slump of his shoulders and the darker circles under his eyes- but they're not as bad as they were. Tony's smiling, laughing, teasing. Inviting people in for a little warmth and ideas. He tops off glasses of wine if anyone's drinking, pats shoulders, and points everyone to the waffle station Rhodey's manning because- honestly? Nothing seems to make the man happier. Every new visitor gets a smile and a wave in to sit and chat, and everyone gets asked the same three questions. "What do you think we need in the village? What kind of problems have you been noticing?"
And the most important: "Which is better, pancakes or waffles? I've got a bet going."
The Chill Out Corner
Glad as he is to have everyone (and he is, it's nice to have company, a full gathering of people talking about ideas, how to make them, how to solve problems, tossing inane, frivolous inventions back and forth like it's a sport- he needs a moment to breathe a little. When no one else is settled there Tony slides into the chair, scooping Elton up to settle against his chest, the peacat's head tucked up under Tony's chin as he purrs. It's a familiar, soothing sound by now. A few minutes of this ad slowly stroking Elton's fur and feathers? And he'll be ready for another round of hosting.
Tony
A good host minds their guests- he's cleaned up a little from the day of work, scrubbed his hands clean, combed through his hair, made sure he didn't smell like ozone and metal, but it's a casual get together more than anything else. After being taken by the spine and shook pretty hard the month previous- he's better. Still weary in the slump of his shoulders and the darker circles under his eyes- but they're not as bad as they were. Tony's smiling, laughing, teasing. Inviting people in for a little warmth and ideas. He tops off glasses of wine if anyone's drinking, pats shoulders, and points everyone to the waffle station Rhodey's manning because- honestly? Nothing seems to make the man happier. Every new visitor gets a smile and a wave in to sit and chat, and everyone gets asked the same three questions. "What do you think we need in the village? What kind of problems have you been noticing?"
And the most important: "Which is better, pancakes or waffles? I've got a bet going."
The Chill Out Corner
Glad as he is to have everyone (and he is, it's nice to have company, a full gathering of people talking about ideas, how to make them, how to solve problems, tossing inane, frivolous inventions back and forth like it's a sport- he needs a moment to breathe a little. When no one else is settled there Tony slides into the chair, scooping Elton up to settle against his chest, the peacat's head tucked up under Tony's chin as he purrs. It's a familiar, soothing sound by now. A few minutes of this ad slowly stroking Elton's fur and feathers? And he'll be ready for another round of hosting.
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