Room 401, Sunday Morning

[ultron_junior]

Victor had woken up early to the sound of a phone call from L.A. He'd fixed all the team's problems with a few clicks on a keyboard, sighing just a bit over how lost they were without him. Then he got a healthy breakfast of orange soda and blueberry Pop-Tarts and flopped back on his bed to eat and daydream.

He was shirtless, naturally. That was just how he rolled.

[OOC: Open post!]

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[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Tony gasped, totally grabbing that hardware. You know. The hardware? Just say that you know before more ridiculous euphemisms are used here.

Joystick. Oh god, that was terrible.

"Oh, Victor."

[ultron_junior]

The fangirls had forgotten to mention the door being closed before the hardware grabbing began, but let's assume it was closed by the same magic that took care of socks and shoes.

"Tony," Victor said dreamily. "Mi héroe. You can jugar con mis controles anytime."

He somehow found a spare hand to tug Tony onto the bed.

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Well, it helped that he was an android. Somehow.

Tony's shirt somehow disappeared and Sarah McLaughlin started to play in the background as he sunk onto the bed. Never mind tangled limbs or pointy elbows hitting each other. That would be silly! "Mi amor!"

Was that Italian or Spanish? WHO CARED?

[ultron_junior]

Of course there were no problems with elbows or nails or lack of room on the single bed. Victor was an android and Tony was a supergenius, so obviously their makeouts would be perfect -- complete with Sarah MacLachlan singing about their lives.

Your love is better than ice cream
better than anything else that I've tried
and your love is better than ice cream
Everyone here knows how to fight