[ She can't help a small chuckle before she replies. ]
Emo fetish?? I am *insulted*! [ Admittedly, it's difficult to convey a joking tone through text, but she tries with a: ] lol
[ Personally speaking, she adores his aesthetic. ]
You're right, though. Red, black, gold, and white. Add teal-blue to the list too. [ Blue, because, of course, Noctis' eyes are that color. It's almost like she can't decide which color to settle on as a particular favorite. ]
I appreciate this wise, fatherly advice. [ —Not that she doesn’t compliment Noctis’ eyes on the daily, but something else about his message catches her attention.
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”It’s a dad thing.”
...She hadn’t known he was a father. Which means that somewhere, perhaps, on his homeworld, is a child he’s sorely missing.
Her text comes delayed, as if she had to think for quite a bit before sending it. On his screen it’ll show that she’s typing, perhaps deleting and rewording, then typing again before she sends at last: ]
[It was moments like this that hurt the most. It wasn't anything Pyra had done wrong, but usually when he knew that topic was coming, he could brace for it or deflect it with all of his humor and sarcasm. Perhaps it was even why he'd been more of an ass lately than normal to some people.
Either way, this hits him like a brick to the sternum. It didn't matter which world he thought of either, he had painful losses in both places. He had to take a second to steady his breathing or risk a tear.]
Beyond words and then some.
[It takes him a few minutes to recover from that.]
[ At her workbench, she sets down the small engine she had been idly working upon, her eyes flitting to the communicator as it flashes with the arrival of a new message. She reads it over once, twice, and then sets the device down before picking it up again.
She's sorry that he's not there with his child. ]
Trust, love acceptance. I learned from Prompto that that makes a family, right?
[ It's not a deflection. She's only gathering her thoughts, seeing what he says in response first. ]
[That was good. The break was good. That totally gave him a chance to get that um.. eyelash- yeah, that's it- out of his eye.]
It sure can and if that's what you have, it should be treasured. Family isn't defined by blood, I agree with that. However, even with the families we have to build between friends or even those we're born into we don't always get a 'father', who should have those traits and more. It's sad how few actually have one and that I've left my daughters without theirs is what makes it so painful.
Do you have the kind of family Prompto has described?
[ If only there was a way for him to know that his daughters are safe-- the both of them. But if the deities here can send items or trinkets from one's homeworld...
[ As... heavy as the topic of family might be, she's smiling from the other end of her communicator. ] Tea sounds lovely. :) I'll bring some cookies to go with.
[ And as soon as he sends her an address, she'll be right over. Knock, knock, there's a Pyra at your door, dressed in her usual garb and with a basket tucked beneath one arm, presumably where sweet and wheaty biscuits remain within. ]
Thank you for having me. I-- [ A bit awkward, but she smiles. ] That this sort of topic... it's better in person, no?
[Tony got up and got the kettle started for them. He didn't believe in gods, as in entities he might actually pray to or anything but he might have repeated 'please let me behave this time' a few dozen times in his head at himself.
Since she'd been such a fan of his armor before, he instructed Friday on how he wanted Mark VIII to serve their tea. (Friday being his AI, Mark VIII being his suit).
He considered making Mark answer the door too, but he didn't want to startle her and have her drop her cookies. Priorities, people. He opened the door with a warm smile, as though they weren't just having an emotional conversation.]
Come in. Yeah, probably a good call. Why talk about emotional shit alone when we can do it together and embarrass ourselves?
[ Complying with either shoes on or shoes off, she steps inside, smiling at him and adjusting the basket beneath her arm. Her other hand delicately lifts to her lips as she giggles softly. She jokes softly in return, ]
Please don't tell me-- you find your family embarrassing.
[ Should he lead her further into the house, she'll follow behind. ]
[There wasn't any obvious rule for shoes. Tony was wearing loafers which had a sole so it could be worn either indoors or outdoors. Since Gladio wasn't here, his shoes weren't by the door. Tony left her to decide what she wanted to do.]
Always, sweetheart. That's how you know they're family.
[He held out his hand for the basket.]
I thought you'd find it fun to be served by Mark since you were so interested in him last time.
[He hadn't introduced anyone named 'Mark' before, so he watched with amusement as the suit came walking out of the kitchen with an apron and a tray for tea.]
[ What a gentleman! She'll allow him to take the basket, although she will follow after him to help him arrange the cookies on a plate, should he bring one out.
--Or, at least, that would be her intention, because suddenly she spots another figure stalking the kitchen. ]
Mark...? [ She repeats, tone vaguely questioning, but excited. Another person for her to meet, oh, wonderful....! ]
[ Okay, yeah, no, her mouth is wide open. Yes, he had mentioned that his suit has an autonomous function, but she had guessed it would have autonomous capabilities for, say, defense, or targeting, or assembling to his body, not--
Not like this! ]
Wh-- Tony-- [ She looks back to him, then to the suit, then to him again, then the suit. Hadn't he mentioned it was synced to his brain or something of the sort? The technology is incredible, far beyond what she had initially thought it to be. ]
It can do that? [ Another double take. ] He has a name? [ And it's not "Iron Mark?" ]
[That was so worth it. He took delight in her reaction, watching and grinning like a proud fool till she was ready to speak. At the last part he laughed and was sorely tempted to plant a kiss on that cute red head of hers. (He won't, he does have *some* sense of boundaries).]
It's actually just an acronym I use for distinguishing my suits from each other. Which.. hasn't been a problem in a long time with only the one suit here. The real 'person' you should meet though, is Friday.
Friday, this is Pyra. She's one of our new friends here.
[A light blue beam of light was sent out from the helmet and runs over Pyra very briefly with a brrrzzz sound. Afterward, a female voice speaks in a friendly tone.]
Pleasure to meet you, Pyra. Tony, she looks similar to Madoka Kaname-Scientia- Stark.
[Tony's cheeks flush slightly and he puts a hand over his face. Whoops..]
[ She goes still as soon as the line of light scans over her, her expression flickering from one of surprise to one of apprehension...
And then one of a bit of shock.
"Pleasure to meet you, Pyra. Tony, she looks similar to Madoka Kaname-Scientia- Stark."
There is much to unpack in this single statement. First, the AI. Second, this Madoka Kaname-- one of his daughters? Third, Scientia-Stark. Fourth, that she apparently looks like said daughter. ]
[ Drawing in a breath, she steps forward and... gingerly holds out a hand to the suit. She puts on her best polite smile for the AI, speaking. ] Friday, is it...? It's wonderful to meet you, too.
[ From her periphery, she catches Tony covering his face. Smiling quietly to herself at that, she addresses the AI again. ]
[The suit/ Friday politely shakes her hand, careful to be gentle and keep the grip loose enough that if the girl became afraid at any point she could pull away.]
Yes, it is an acronym but also used as my name.
[The AI laughs softly and the suit shakes its head.]
Though Mr. Stark has often referred to his machines as 'baby' it has never been in a parental sense. I'm more of a personal assistant, than biologically linked. There is still bond-
Alright, alright, that's enough Friday.
[Tony interrupted and came over to take the tray.]
Go do something useful before I make you vacuum in pearls again. Sorry about that, Pyra. Uh.. let's get this stuff out of the way first. What do you want for your basket? A plate or..
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I'm going to guess... red and black? Red because of your hair and black because of your emo fetish with Noxy.
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Emo fetish?? I am *insulted*! [ Admittedly, it's difficult to convey a joking tone through text, but she tries with a: ] lol
[ Personally speaking, she adores his aesthetic. ]
You're right, though. Red, black, gold, and white. Add teal-blue to the list too. [ Blue, because, of course, Noctis' eyes are that color. It's almost like she can't decide which color to settle on as a particular favorite. ]
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Pro-tip? If Noxy asks, you tell him it's blue. Always say it's blue.
But I like your list.
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Because of his eyes? :O
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It's a dad thing. Once it gets started you can't get rid of it. It's like athlete's foot.
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...
”It’s a dad thing.”
...She hadn’t known he was a father. Which means that somewhere, perhaps, on his homeworld, is a child he’s sorely missing.
Her text comes delayed, as if she had to think for quite a bit before sending it. On his screen it’ll show that she’s typing, perhaps deleting and rewording, then typing again before she sends at last: ]
Do you miss them?
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Either way, this hits him like a brick to the sternum. It didn't matter which world he thought of either, he had painful losses in both places. He had to take a second to steady his breathing or risk a tear.]
Beyond words and then some.
[It takes him a few minutes to recover from that.]
Do you have a family somewhere missing you?
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She's sorry that he's not there with his child. ]
Trust, love acceptance. I learned from Prompto that that makes a family, right?
[ It's not a deflection. She's only gathering her thoughts, seeing what he says in response first. ]
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It sure can and if that's what you have, it should be treasured. Family isn't defined by blood, I agree with that. However, even with the families we have to build between friends or even those we're born into we don't always get a 'father', who should have those traits and more. It's sad how few actually have one and that I've left my daughters without theirs is what makes it so painful.
Do you have the kind of family Prompto has described?
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This isn't a conversation to have over text. ]
Mm, Tony?
May we talk in person?
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Sure, but if you like tea different than black or green, you might want to bring it.
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[ And as soon as he sends her an address, she'll be right over. Knock, knock, there's a Pyra at your door, dressed in her usual garb and with a basket tucked beneath one arm, presumably where sweet and wheaty biscuits remain within. ]
Thank you for having me. I-- [ A bit awkward, but she smiles. ] That this sort of topic... it's better in person, no?
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Since she'd been such a fan of his armor before, he instructed Friday on how he wanted Mark VIII to serve their tea. (Friday being his AI, Mark VIII being his suit).
He considered making Mark answer the door too, but he didn't want to startle her and have her drop her cookies. Priorities, people. He opened the door with a warm smile, as though they weren't just having an emotional conversation.]
Come in. Yeah, probably a good call. Why talk about emotional shit alone when we can do it together and embarrass ourselves?
[He laughs, genuinely not minding at all.]
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Please don't tell me-- you find your family embarrassing.
[ Should he lead her further into the house, she'll follow behind. ]
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Always, sweetheart. That's how you know they're family.
[He held out his hand for the basket.]
I thought you'd find it fun to be served by Mark since you were so interested in him last time.
[He hadn't introduced anyone named 'Mark' before, so he watched with amusement as the suit came walking out of the kitchen with an apron and a tray for tea.]
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--Or, at least, that would be her intention, because suddenly she spots another figure stalking the kitchen. ]
Mark...? [ She repeats, tone vaguely questioning, but excited. Another person for her to meet, oh, wonderful....! ]
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Not like this! ]
Wh-- Tony-- [ She looks back to him, then to the suit, then to him again, then the suit. Hadn't he mentioned it was synced to his brain or something of the sort? The technology is incredible, far beyond what she had initially thought it to be. ]
It can do that? [ Another double take. ] He has a name? [ And it's not "Iron Mark?" ]
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It's actually just an acronym I use for distinguishing my suits from each other. Which.. hasn't been a problem in a long time with only the one suit here. The real 'person' you should meet though, is Friday.
Friday, this is Pyra. She's one of our new friends here.
[A light blue beam of light was sent out from the helmet and runs over Pyra very briefly with a brrrzzz sound. Afterward, a female voice speaks in a friendly tone.]
Pleasure to meet you, Pyra. Tony, she looks similar to Madoka Kaname-Scientia- Stark.
[Tony's cheeks flush slightly and he puts a hand over his face. Whoops..]
Yes, yes she does.
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And then one of a bit of shock.
"Pleasure to meet you, Pyra. Tony, she looks similar to Madoka Kaname-Scientia- Stark."
There is much to unpack in this single statement. First, the AI. Second, this Madoka Kaname-- one of his daughters? Third, Scientia-Stark. Fourth, that she apparently looks like said daughter. ]
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[ From her periphery, she catches Tony covering his face. Smiling quietly to herself at that, she addresses the AI again. ]
Do you count as one of his daughters, too?
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Yes, it is an acronym but also used as my name.
[The AI laughs softly and the suit shakes its head.]
Though Mr. Stark has often referred to his machines as 'baby' it has never been in a parental sense. I'm more of a personal assistant, than biologically linked. There is still bond-
Alright, alright, that's enough Friday.
[Tony interrupted and came over to take the tray.]
Go do something useful before I make you vacuum in pearls again. Sorry about that, Pyra. Uh.. let's get this stuff out of the way first. What do you want for your basket? A plate or..
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Wrap?
yup yup