[Tony stared back at him, deadpan, then finally shoved himself up fully upright with a quiet groan and closed his eyes for a moment until the room stopped spinning. Christ, he hated concussions.]
Fine, fine. Slavedriver.
[And he did in fact grab for the knife and settle himself to pull everything together and start cutting it into neat cubes. Not that he was planning on admitting it, but having something to focus on was helping the headache a little. And people always yelled at him for going back to the workshop after he'd taken a headshot.]
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Fine, fine. Slavedriver.
[And he did in fact grab for the knife and settle himself to pull everything together and start cutting it into neat cubes. Not that he was planning on admitting it, but having something to focus on was helping the headache a little. And people always yelled at him for going back to the workshop after he'd taken a headshot.]