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fandomhighdorms2011-06-04 08:32 am
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3rd Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning
Tony Stark was a hungry man. A man who woke up with a hunger in him that only sweet, sweet processed food could fill. And, because Marvel in the 70s had little to no attempts to portray anything realistically, this meant he was just going to eat all the time. All the time.
Look, it was a special time then. The bodyguard story still flew and... where was I?
Ah, right. Tony was busy attempting to eat just about everything in the common room. And no, he wasn't offering to share or make pancakes. BECAUSE HE WAS HUNGRY, OKAY?
"I'm so hungry!"
[So, so open. And worst AU ever.]
Look, it was a special time then. The bodyguard story still flew and... where was I?
Ah, right. Tony was busy attempting to eat just about everything in the common room. And no, he wasn't offering to share or make pancakes. BECAUSE HE WAS HUNGRY, OKAY?
"I'm so hungry!"
[So, so open. And worst AU ever.]
