@accipitrinae
tony makes a face as he stares at the figure blocking his way. he squints upwards at the tall figure, but nope, he doesn’t recognise him. ( he’s never been good with faces. ) he waits a second, wondering if the guy is gonna move or if he’s gonna just stand there. staring.
should he know this guy?
there are a good few seconds of continued silence. tony slowly folds his arms over his chest. okay, this is getting too uncomfortable now. “hi, i’m tony. who the hell are you?”















