( the iron man suit is different - but jason's seen a few of those by now, different models made for different purposes, all with fun and exciting shiny bits perfected by tony stark himself. he won't ask, not yet. instead, he's giving an ugly snort as he gets up to his feet. leaves the book behind, jason can come back for it later. his left hand stays close to his side; while he's fairly certain this isn't going to swing wildly south, he doesn't quite know this tony yet. and he's betting, behind that shiny sparkly gear of his, tony knows damn well how close he's keeping his hand to a weapon.
because letting newcomers know you're even mildly comfortable with them is a real shit idea.
the playflirting is newish. but also shit jason's more than happy to lean right into. )
Oh, I know. ( a toothy grin, hand on his hip while he waits for tony to land. ) You're just lucky I'm in a sharing mood.
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because letting newcomers know you're even mildly comfortable with them is a real shit idea.
the playflirting is newish. but also shit jason's more than happy to lean right into. )
Oh, I know. ( a toothy grin, hand on his hip while he waits for tony to land. ) You're just lucky I'm in a sharing mood.