"Have you seen this tent? I could charge $2300 per month in rent in Manhattan for this thing, easy. About the size of a studio these days, anyway." Tony didn't even miss a beat with the reply, blinking widely up at the dimly-lit ceiling from the nest of his sleeping bag and weapon bits strewn about. The night had been long, and made at least physically comfortable for the luxuries he had installed within his makeshift home. Mentally, the caffeine overdose combined with a lot of staring at the endless Nothing made for the wrong headspace for sleep, but his second wind would come soon enough.
"By the way, clap once if you're an auditory hallucination, make shadow puppets if you're also a visual one." A beat. "Uh, make yourself at home if you're the real thing. Mind the Mag-Charger, it looks like a lighter, but it's not."
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Date: 2018-09-20 08:35 pm (UTC)"By the way, clap once if you're an auditory hallucination, make shadow puppets if you're also a visual one." A beat. "Uh, make yourself at home if you're the real thing. Mind the Mag-Charger, it looks like a lighter, but it's not."