LOL He's always in a mood though! I've been trying to make him laugh with this joke book I purchased. So far, no luck. >:( [Even while skating down the sidewalk she manages to pull out the intern badge which she clips onto her blouse. Eventually, she makes it to Stark tower, pulling off her skates and replacing them with some flats that she brought along in her bag. As expected the badge clipped onto her shirt lets her go into the tower without much trouble. A couple of adults eye her curiously but it's mostly due to her shock of white hair and red eyes- an unnatural thing in most humans. Sae cheerfully waves at them, uncaring of their blatant staring as she passes by the workers and goes straight to where she knows Tony is currently working. She's done this a few times so the memory was there.]
..Tony! [Sae curiously pops her head inside his workshop, red eyes wide. The expression on her face is filled with wonder as she glances around curiously. She chirps at the older man in greeting, bouncing on the heels of her feet. Sae tugs her backpack off and sets it down nearby. Her jacket is also carefully pulled off and dropped next to her bag, tiny wings unfurling from their resting spot on her back. The dark grey feathers ruffle as one would do after a good morning stretch. Tony was one of the rare few who knew about her wings. She trusted him enough not to go blabbing, at the very least. While she hadn't really gone into specifics of how that came to be, he was nice enough to not ask (yet.)]
Where is my precious DUM-E? [The voice that speaks for her comes from her phone's text-to-speech app. She carefully steps inside the room, wings hanging loosely on her back.]
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..Tony! [Sae curiously pops her head inside his workshop, red eyes wide. The expression on her face is filled with wonder as she glances around curiously. She chirps at the older man in greeting, bouncing on the heels of her feet. Sae tugs her backpack off and sets it down nearby. Her jacket is also carefully pulled off and dropped next to her bag, tiny wings unfurling from their resting spot on her back. The dark grey feathers ruffle as one would do after a good morning stretch. Tony was one of the rare few who knew about her wings. She trusted him enough not to go blabbing, at the very least. While she hadn't really gone into specifics of how that came to be, he was nice enough to not ask (yet.)]
Where is my precious DUM-E? [The voice that speaks for her comes from her phone's text-to-speech app. She carefully steps inside the room, wings hanging loosely on her back.]