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[If you were expecting Bruce to be in this video, then you are sadly mistaken. Bruce isn't really that much of a social butterfly, despite what people may seem to think. He's actually been pretty busy with things.

Instead, what you have is Floramon, who is making a worried face at the screen and seems to be debating for a moment on what to say before he actually speaks.]

How do you tell your partner that he's being too nice? [A pause.] I mean, it's not a bad thing at all, but he gave me the bed and has been sleeping outside of the room ever since the first day and I've told him that we can share but he keeps on insisting on letting me have the bed for myself.

[Still worried here, yep. Floramon hums for a moment more before crossing his arms.]

He also told me that I can do anything too as long as I don't go out and fight... which is also nice but I'm not sure what to do as well. I mean, he's the partner I've been waiting for and now that he's here... I don't really know how to help him at all...

[He glances at the screen now, giving a questioning look to anybody who would listen to this.]

Can anybody help me?

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[Dorumon gives an annoyed huff at Tony before turning to Floramon]

He's not talking.

Are you really going to have a conversation about me like I'm not here?

Yahuh.

[Floramon gives a giggle when Dorumon answers to Tony, clearly amused by it all.]

Well, he's talking to you, Dorumon! Unless you mean something else?

[Totally trying to make a suggestive face here. It's not really working.]

He always talks to me, I want him talking to a human.

[Tony sighs loudly and sags deeply into the chair.]

Bruce, you wouldn't happen to have scotch would you?

I know, right? It's so weird that they don't talk to other humans at all.

[Bruce doesn't even look up from his stuff, answering back easily:] No, there's no alcohol around here. Sorry.

What are y-, I talk to plenty of other humans. I've been doing it my whole. Most of my life. I'm also older than both of you, so stop being nags.

[He groans as Dorumon grins at him.]

Tranquilizers?

[Apparently two digimon with a hidden agenda stress Tony out.]

[Tranquilizers? Really?]

You're asking if I have drugs? [Really? After his iwn bad experiences in general? Not a great idea, Tony.

Also, Floramon just stinks a tongue out at Tony here too in return.]

Not anything illegal, just something to drown out the two noisy things that weren't programmed with a mute function.

[Tony's never really been one for tact when not being in front of... Well Tony never feels like being tactful most days.]

Can't you two go and play hide and seek somewhere?

We're not playing hide and seek.

[Very pointedly, from Floramon, while Bruce rolls his eyes in the kitchen.]

Just leave them be, Stark.

I was actually suggesting you go do it.

[He gestures to them.]

They're up to something.

[Something of a wild accusation, but he feels like they're up to something.]

Wow, you're rude.

[Floramon, going for the blunt route now. So uncool, Tony.

Bruce in the meantime just sighs.]

Don't pick on them and they won't pick on you.

You'll get over it.

[Tony's used to being rude, it's part of his being cool.]

Who stole who's motherboard? I didn't start this.

[Floramon just sticks his tongue out and blows another raspberry at Tony. So, so rude. You're so totally uncool.]

You won't help by harping on it either. [Bruce finishes preparing the food and sighs, ready to toss it all into the pan and make it.]

[Silly ficus, Tony is the coolest thing since the ice age.]

I've never really played a harp before, so I'm sure I have no idea what you mean. But you know what. You're right, I'm going to be the bigger man, literally and figuratively, because.

[He gives Floramon and Dorumon pointed looks.]

I am bigger, and well actually a man.

Edited 2014-01-11 08:09 (UTC)

[Bruce makes a sigh again and doesn't really say anything. Floramon, on the other hand, is pretty miffled by the words, and turns his nose up on Tony.]

Just you'll see, when we digivolve you're going to regret those words.

[He then turns to Dorumon and nudges her.]

C'mon, let's leave this loser alone. Digimon-only time!

Edited 2014-01-11 09:07 (UTC)

He's not a- Oh... Yeah huh, let's go.

[Dorumon sighs dramatically at Tony and moves with the nudging. Tony just sags more in his seat.]

Further proof that I shouldn't be near kids. [Mumbles about 'digimon-only time' as he runs a hand over his face.]

I'll regret what when he digivolves? What could he possibly become that would make me regret anything?

[Yeah, he's just talking to himself.]

[Don't talk to yourself too much Tony, that doesn't really help.

Anyway Bruce will now save you from your boredom because guess what he's finally done with! Fried rice!]

Food's here; sorry it took a while. [Flashes an apologetic smile as he sets down the plates for them both, along with cutlery.]

[Oh Bruce, soon you will learn, Tony doesn't do anything to help himself.]

Hey, no need to apologize I know food just doesn't magically appear.

[He sits up properly and leans forward at the rice then inhales.]

Smells good. Really good actually.

[Bruce lets out a small laugh at the compliment about the food, smiling wryly.]

It's only because you haven't eaten properly. [Points at his plate of rice now.] It won't be as appetizing once you're full, I'm sure.

I eat from food carts in New York, my palate isn't as sophisticated as you think.

[He picks up his plate and cutlery and starts to eat.]

So far, better than a vendor dog.

[He didn't mean it that way, actually, but as long as you're eating, its all good.]

A lot of things are better than a vendor dog. [Pointedly, as he starts on his own plate of rice too.]

Not sure that's hard.

[He takes a few mouthfuls and chews quietly. At least when he's eating he wont talk unless it's important.]

Still miss them now and then though. Sometimes.

[A small snort from Bruce.]

I'm not an advocate of greasy, unhealthy street food.

[But he does know what you mean - although Bruce doesn't exactly feel it as strongly on his own end. Still, he understands.]

[He chuckles]

It helps break up the monotony of $100 a plate meals at fundraisers.

Only you would call hundred dollar meals 'monotonous'.

[Which is frankly ridiculous just in theory, but its never hard to remember exactly how filthy rich Tony happens (happened?) to be.]

Oh, they're great quality. But it's almost always the same overly decorated but small meal.

I can really say I have more fun with pizza and a soldering iron than I can win wingtips with veal mignon served with caramelised honey and asparagus tips soaked in mint.

[He waves his hand dismissively at the thought and goes back to eating, sinking more into the chair comfortably.]

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