"Was hoping you took walk-ins," Tony joked nervously as he ducked inside the apartment. He wasn't sure what he ought to expect, more crystals and fringey throws probably, but the place was both, as she'd said, comfortable and professional. He let his eyes scan the rooms, over the floors and ceilings, before finding a nearby armchair and pulling himself into it.
He was wearing a hat, with the hood of his sweater over top, and he pulled both off as he folded one leg over the other, leaning over his lap in the armchair. His hair beneath the hood was mostly blond in the front, mixing unpleasantly into black again toward the back of his head. Tony met Nina's eyes, a little too grimly. She didn't know what was happening to him, but he did, and it was nothing safe or pleasant.
Over the thick rim of his glasses, one of his eyes was blue, only a thin ring of dark brown around the edge of the iris.
"What's the verdict? Can you fix it? Or do I just become the Man In The Iron Mask from now on?"
He did not like that the media had picked up that something was going on with him. The less KIRIN knew, the better prepared Tony was to deal with them.
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He was wearing a hat, with the hood of his sweater over top, and he pulled both off as he folded one leg over the other, leaning over his lap in the armchair. His hair beneath the hood was mostly blond in the front, mixing unpleasantly into black again toward the back of his head. Tony met Nina's eyes, a little too grimly. She didn't know what was happening to him, but he did, and it was nothing safe or pleasant.
Over the thick rim of his glasses, one of his eyes was blue, only a thin ring of dark brown around the edge of the iris.
"What's the verdict? Can you fix it? Or do I just become the Man In The Iron Mask from now on?"
He did not like that the media had picked up that something was going on with him. The less KIRIN knew, the better prepared Tony was to deal with them.