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[propulsion]

WHO: Tony Stark and VIPs only.
WHAT: A diverse array of socialising.
WHEN: Throughout Firstfall.
WHERE: Many places!
NOTES: This is a catch-all of pre-planned-ish threads. Happy to create starters if you want to do a thing, and feel free to turn any of these into action spam if your brain prefers it. Warnings for casual drug use, I guess!

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[sulahnan]

She can't suppress her grin, so she doesn't try. He took the bait!

"Oh, well if you insist," her play-acting delivery of that line might be believable if it weren't for the aforementioned grin, teeming with mischief. She sits up and closes the distance between them, not touching him just yet but definitely leaning into his personal space once she settles next to him, propped up by the heel of one hand.

At least she turns the wattage down on that grin to just a cheeky smile, and she bats her eyelashes at him.

"Wanna guess what that means?"

[propulsion]

Ever sensitive to things like boundaries, personal space, conversational distance, Tony pauses when he almost feels more than sees Athessa lean in once she sits up, looking first out the corner of her eye enough to catch big grin before it dims, keyed into the way her voice -- anyone's voice -- sounds subtly different when within a certain proximity.

He turns his head to look at her, eyeline directed over the top of sunglasses, frank and confronting and definitely amused.

"Uh," he says, first of all, "'what's your tongue doing'?"

[sulahnan]

Athessa shakes her head.

"It means come here."

Ok, those sunglasses are distracting. She tips her head to one side slightly and takes the dark spectacles off of his face and, in one smooth motion, flips them around to put on her own face--upside down. It does nothing to keep her from looking self-satisfied.