( Brush brush brush, someone is brush brush brushing their teeth and that person's name is Jules! But the others are out, so she's jogging to answer the door, toothbrush and paste still in action.
The door swings open, and she waves, tries to say "Peter!" but it comes out more like "Perdeh!" Okay, she'll wave for him to come in, and is going to just disappear to the bathroom for a second. )
[Woops. He didn't mean to come in the middle of something. Was she about to leave-?]
He - hey.
[That's a lame little wave with his hand before he steps in, plush still neatly kept behind his back. He looks around noncommittally, waiting for her triumphant return.]
( She nearly drops the device. In fact, that's exactly what happens, and she has to scramble to catch it before it hits the floor, then turning it back the right way. )
I don't have a wife! ( Hissed back, a bit vicious. ) Not yet, at any rate. Are you sure she's-- I don't know. Not possessing horribly impaired judgment?
video + text;
video;
That must have been a happy reunion. ( Julia, don't tease )
video + text;
you know what i proclaim permavideo and text combos to save us both from a cruel fate of typing
( This isn't allowed! ) I am feeling the overwhelming desire to meddle.
( Nevermind that she hasn't known Pepper very long and has never met Tony. Details. )
BUT WHAT IF I LIKE TYPING
He's been here for a long time. Months, I think. He won't tell me everything. I can't even, I don't know what to do.
YOU'RE A MONSTER
YOU BET I AM
LE GASP
♥ ~
~♥ ~♥ ~♥ ~
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
video + text; later in the time space continuum of their lives
the eternal party of their llives!!
( yay this is so exciting she is super excited )
Should I bring anything? Wine? I'd bring food but I think poisoning your host is distinctly poor form.
idk if it's really going to be that, let's be honest
we can dream...
No, no, really. I am living off a diet of tinned tomatoes and toast. And the toast is burnt, for that matter.
( Sadly she is... not actually dramatising too much. She is the worst cook. )
omg jules what even
her future wife is a chef, at least...
no excuses!!!
8( BUT PEPPER
NO BUTS THIS IS SERIOUS :|
SORRY FOR THE SLOW DARLING
YOU ARE TOTALLY FINE ♥♥♥
SUPER FINE!!
TEEHEE
text; FILLS UP YOUR INBOX OKAY
let's make this a text party and YAY ALWAYS ALWAYS
yes ma'am AND GOOD
fufufu
( It's a terrible technique. )
(no subject)
(no subject)
1/2
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
( backdated to forever ago??? )
no subject
The door swings open, and she waves, tries to say "Peter!" but it comes out more like "Perdeh!" Okay, she'll wave for him to come in, and is going to just disappear to the bathroom for a second. )
no subject
He - hey.
[That's a lame little wave with his hand before he steps in, plush still neatly kept behind his back. He looks around noncommittally, waiting for her triumphant return.]
no subject
( so... so chipper. As if the last time they spoke hadn't involved her busting some heartbreaking news on him. Welp. )
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
video;
Jules, hi. [ And she gets quiet. ] I thought we could talk. If you're not busy.
video;
Hello! Hi, yes. Pepper. Gosh.
( Hmm. )
Um. Yes! Definitely, good.
video;
Would you like to meet somewhere?
video;
( Nervous, she definitely sounds a bit nervous. )
Coffee?
video;
video;
video;
( backdated to Em's arrival date )
ha ha ha
FAKING: ) Hi, you've reached Jules, sorry I can't take your call but leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible--
Re: ha ha ha
no subject
I don't have a wife! ( Hissed back, a bit vicious. ) Not yet, at any rate. Are you sure she's-- I don't know. Not possessing horribly impaired judgment?
( she's married to a hybrid. )
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)