[ oh, that's a person, not a dog. is he that fucked up still? tony sits up - too fast too fast - and turns to look over his shoulder. oh, it's a dog AND a person. see, him and reality can both be right, occasionally. another squint and he thinks he might even recognize him: the human not the dog. okay, okay, he's getting up.
it takes a few tries but he manages to stumble to his feet, projectile vomiting more water into the dirt the second he's vertical. ]
Mmm, tastes like tuna. [ he pats his chest then works on the arduous task of shuffling these stupid feet-things over to where hank is currently having 12 simultaneous panic attacks. been there, pal. ] Is he...
[ friendly? the dog seems pretty sedate, so tony doesn't even finish his thought, instead crouching down in front of the pair and glancing down so he's not staring right at a guy who's trying to pull it together right now. he has also so been there and it blows. hard. ]
I guess you believe me now...? [ about this whole thing being real, though hank believing who he is wouldn't hurt either. mostly? he's just trying to lighten the mood. ]
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it takes a few tries but he manages to stumble to his feet, projectile vomiting more water into the dirt the second he's vertical. ]
Mmm, tastes like tuna. [ he pats his chest then works on the arduous task of shuffling these stupid feet-things over to where hank is currently having 12 simultaneous panic attacks. been there, pal. ] Is he...
[ friendly? the dog seems pretty sedate, so tony doesn't even finish his thought, instead crouching down in front of the pair and glancing down so he's not staring right at a guy who's trying to pull it together right now. he has also so been there and it blows. hard. ]
I guess you believe me now...? [ about this whole thing being real, though hank believing who he is wouldn't hurt either. mostly? he's just trying to lighten the mood. ]