[Tony spends about half an hour wandering around trying to find him, poking his head into every room that's not locked, then starts fussing at the locked doors. As luck would obviously habit it, he soon finds himself fussing at the room Bruce has locked himself in, poking his eye in the keyhole to see if he can see him.]
Bruce? [Pause.] Please tell me you're in here? I'm really not good at the cat burglar angle.
[Starts to wonder if he should get Sherlock to sniff him out of where ever he's hiding right now.]
[Like with most of his other empty sounding but locked doors, Tony points his wand at the lock and tries to unlock it. When he tries to open the door it doesn't budge, causing him to bang on the door.]
I know you're in here! Bruce, come on, let me explain! Ignoring the smug look he's suddenly going to get, Sherlock was right okay!?
[NOPE not speaking, moving to hide in a near empty closet that must have once been used by professors to hang their robes in during class. He climbs in and shuts the doors behind him, making sure to leave no traces of him having moved in there so that even if Tony can get into the room he won't see Bruce.]
[Looking around the room, Tony can't see anyone here.]
Really?
[Tony keeps moving around the room before stopping in front of the wardrobe.]
Will you please come out? And don't act like you're not in there. Who would lock a class room magically when there's nothing here worth hiding in here?
[Sighs. Then slowly opens the doors, standing back from him.]
I wasn't me, okay. Well okay I was me, but it wasn't me, me. It was chemically imbalanced me. Not that I'm even sure how that happened because I don't remember eating or drinking anything different. But hey, Sherlock's been insisting that's what it is for the last few days. And well, I know that I'm always putting you through things that you probably should never be pu-
I've already filled the tool box by the way. The day you left, I did.
Uh, I said that was an imbalance. And nothing, I really love that toolbox.
Looking at you in...
[He looks at the cupboard, before back at Bruce.]
...It reminded me that I didn't really thank you for it, because I was a bit of a dork when you had to leave my house after I kissed you. And. Well it's great.
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Bruce? [Pause.] Please tell me you're in here? I'm really not good at the cat burglar angle.
[Starts to wonder if he should get Sherlock to sniff him out of where ever he's hiding right now.]
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I know you're in here! Bruce, come on, let me explain! Ignoring the smug look he's suddenly going to get, Sherlock was right okay!?
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Please?
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Where are you?
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Really?
[Tony keeps moving around the room before stopping in front of the wardrobe.]
Will you please come out? And don't act like you're not in there. Who would lock a class room magically when there's nothing here worth hiding in here?
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I wasn't me, okay. Well okay I was me, but it wasn't me, me. It was chemically imbalanced me. Not that I'm even sure how that happened because I don't remember eating or drinking anything different. But hey, Sherlock's been insisting that's what it is for the last few days. And well, I know that I'm always putting you through things that you probably should never be pu-
I've already filled the tool box by the way. The day you left, I did.
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... So...? What does the toolbox have to do with you having the hots for Herbert?
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Looking at you in...
[He looks at the cupboard, before back at Bruce.]
...It reminded me that I didn't really thank you for it, because I was a bit of a dork when you had to leave my house after I kissed you. And. Well it's great.
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... I'm glad. That you like it, I mean.
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I don't have a thing for Herbert.
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Yeah. I kind of... Was.
[He pauses.]
It wasn't real. I know it isn't, it was something else.
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... Did you really kiss Herbert?
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[Tony sighs, fidgeting more.]
But something was making me think that Herbert was what I wanted. Sherlock swears it was a love potion.
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If there could be a song playing in the bg, it'd be Walking on Sunshine
And it would be a beautiful scene for a movie!
Eyup
oWo
OwO
mOwwOm
mOAOm
V*o*V
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