Whoo-hoo, time to roll on this stupid fucking party nobody actually wants. Or at least Stark doesn't want the damn party, and it's his birthday. Nobody asked her though. Or him apparently. Ugh. Anyway. Caroline makes her way into... is this actually his bedroom? It looks weird for a bedroom. Maybe it's a weird rich people thing. Who knows.
Wherever this is, Stark's in here and she's bringing him a box of watches. More rich people shit. She walks in quietly enough that he very obviously does not hear her, because his shirt is open and he's not making any remarks about it. Caroline starts to announce her presence when she notices... what the fuck is that? She pads closer very carefully, trying to get a better look. The gray... she's not sure if they're veins or what, but they lead back to the arc reactor in the middle of his chest. Maybe...
"Is that it?" she asks quietly. "Is something wrong with your arc reactor?"
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Date: 2014-07-21 08:24 am (UTC)Wherever this is, Stark's in here and she's bringing him a box of watches. More rich people shit. She walks in quietly enough that he very obviously does not hear her, because his shirt is open and he's not making any remarks about it. Caroline starts to announce her presence when she notices... what the fuck is that? She pads closer very carefully, trying to get a better look. The gray... she's not sure if they're veins or what, but they lead back to the arc reactor in the middle of his chest. Maybe...
"Is that it?" she asks quietly. "Is something wrong with your arc reactor?"