[ The man lands so abruptly in his path, Geralt nearly drops the damn wolf. Where the fuck—
Wait. He knows that face. Somewhat. Geralt only vaguely recalls the shit dream they shared. The man, on the other hand—hard to forget. It's rare Geralt meets anyone noticeably larger than him. He squints over the wolf covering most of his vision.
This is not how he imagined his peaceful Horizon walk would go. (Why is he surprised?)
Stark. Right. He should've guessed this tower belonged to the...inventor? Researcher? Sam's friend. Seems, mm. Fitting. ]
No. I— [ How does one explain they lost control of their imaginary wolf. Geralt hasn't any fucking idea, so he simply does not. ] —was leaving. [ A beat. ] You share this with Tony Stark?
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Wait. He knows that face. Somewhat. Geralt only vaguely recalls the shit dream they shared. The man, on the other hand—hard to forget. It's rare Geralt meets anyone noticeably larger than him. He squints over the wolf covering most of his vision.
This is not how he imagined his peaceful Horizon walk would go. (Why is he surprised?)
Stark. Right. He should've guessed this tower belonged to the...inventor? Researcher? Sam's friend. Seems, mm. Fitting. ]
No. I— [ How does one explain they lost control of their imaginary wolf. Geralt hasn't any fucking idea, so he simply does not. ] —was leaving. [ A beat. ] You share this with Tony Stark?