{ooc: jsdhfkjdhs five days, omg, I'm so sorry. DX}

[It has definitely been far too easy to just sit back and play house here. If he was the meddling type, there seem to be plenty of Personal Problems wandering about, but he really hasn't gotten out of the garage much to play socialite. Besides, it seems the mountain just keeps coming to him, anyway.

When Jaime angles the communicator to show his pricklemane, Tony's komory bat decides to swoop in and land on his usual perch in order to omg new friend! hihihi!. His 'usual perch' just happens to be on Tony's head. Tony ignores him entirely.]

It's almost too simple, but of everything worth complaining about here, that isn't even in the top ten. And keep an eye on your new hunting buddy. It'll impress you.

[Not said lightly. Not a whole lot actually impresses this man, anymore.

Tony can relate to the somewhat refreshing feeling of having to introduce one's self. But Master, oh god, no, his ego does not need that, and he loves it. He smirks, he can't help it, but somehow it manages to be a little apologetic. Apparently his reputation has preceded him. Wash is a dick.]

Tony Stark.