Turning to dust...

the rest of me is baby as well

Iron Man 2 (2010) | Deleted Scene

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my two moods

“I could always get ya water or something,” he offered, though he knew that more often than not Dandy would be inclined to be stubborn about any offering of help. Which maybe have been why Sam was so surprised by his friend’s next question. Was he asking for legitimate advice? Sam paused for a moment, not wanting to waste the opportunity by saying something unhelpful or too discouraging. “It kinda goes with the business. There are gonna be people who ignore ya, but…ya can’t let them, you know? Engage them. Compliments are good, but…sometimes ya gotta hook ‘em another way. Challenge them. Over hype. Also, no matter how tired y’are, you gotta be puttin’ on the ritz.”

I coulda been a killer!! A HAHA HAAA!!!!

          “Is…is that a thing people like?” Sam asked, more than a little bit perplexed. It wasn’t often, but every now and again Dandy would come up with some phrase he hadn’t heard before, and god, it made him feel old. “I mean…I guess I know people like everything. Death by leg seems kinda final though…”

          Sam shook his head, an almost embarrassed smile on his face as he pushed the cap’s white pompom away from his nose. “Aww…you probably say that to every fat guy in a red hat,” he teased, though it was becoming increasingly apparent that the red wasn’t just on the hat but also playing across his cheeks. He’d been trying to get more into the holiday spirit, so he’d thought the hat was a good place to start. Dandy had been the one to suggest the plaid briefs and the candy cane striped socks. Sam had felt a bit ridiculous when he’d looked at himself in the mirror, but his boyfriend did seem genuinely enthusiastic about the uh…ensemble. “Eh…” he continued, looking at himself in the mirror again. “Alright, maybe I’m a little cute. Like…a smidge cute. A smidgen…how big’s a smidgen anyway?”

“You really do look cute all festive and decked out. I would totally sit on your lap.”

His arms were bothering for some reason or another. The little lines etched all over his forearms was making him anxious and tired and confused, like the world was spinning to quickly. It was an itching sensation, but surely they wouldn’t itch anymore after all this time. Huffing, the man picked at the scars and shoot his head. Maybe…maybe he needs to new medication. Maybe he was just tired. Whatever it was, he felt ill and gloomy, and his tongue felt thick with the words that refused to come out of his mouth.

“I don’t like confined spaces!” His voice cracked in a most embarrassing fashion as he pounded on the bars in desperation. “I don’t belong here and if you don’t let me out, I’ll sue you for everything this dump is worth!”

“Thank you,” he replied in the most gregarious voice he could manage, his genteel upbringing taking over. He took the proferred cigarette, hoping that he was holding it correctly. “I suppose you’re going to say that being trapped like a rat grows on you?”

Sam’s eyes narrowed, trying to parse through what Dandy was getting at. Well, there was the obvious meaning, but Sam had a feeling there might have been something else to it. Maybe a stupidly hopeful part of him hoped that there was, but for now, he just wrinkled his nose. “Oh yeah, sure…” he replied dryly, trying not to sound enthused despite a few guilty thoughts he kept for himself. “I just want to go to town on you on these newly installed counters…oh yeah, butt prints are very in this year.” Sam eyed Dandy carefully, perhaps looking for some kind of tell. “Eh…you just don’t seem the deep type. But it’s alright. They didn’t hire you for your depth.”

“Hey, I resent that! I’ll have you know that I have plenty of depth. So I play a shallow prettyboy on TV. And? You’re the resident alchemist of impenetrable materials, so why should I assume you’re less dense than any of them?

“Wise-ass,” Sam retorted dryly, not ready to give Dandy a pass on being…well, just being weird. He also wasn’t ready to mention that for a fleeting moment that thought had crossed his mind, but there was something satisfying in knowing Dandy had thought it too. Even if just as a joke. “I’m plenty wholesome,” he continued, pushing himself up a bit to rest on hand flat against the counter. “But I’m not so sure about conservative…eh, I’m sure ya don’t care much about that. I’ve only ever seen you care about wall colors and uh…what do you call it…your aesthetic vision or whatever.”

DILF- Demon I’d Like to Fuck