hell yeah full sugar because the british version is basically diet anyways
[ nothing that tastes like the colour red is legal here :( ]
see you soon
[ — soon enough that he doesn’t have time to overthink it, already dressed from this morning (jeans, forest green jumper, sneaks). he still hasn’t made good on his word to talk to bucky about, uh, anything, but he did help shadowheart out and apologise unasked, so that kinda makes it even stevens? maybe? except for the part where he made tony feel like shit for making him feel like shit, in whatever the opposite of a circle of trust is.
but, hey, pizza’s good. pizza’s a start. he waves to tony on approach, then slips his hands back in his pockets. ]
If this is terrible, I won’t even know, so don’t tell me.
[ since florida has mediocre pizza and bob’s stomach is now a bottomless pit. ]
[ The pizza joint is, in fact, an almost literal hole-in-the-wall place, just a window rather than a door with a line of excited Saltburnt guests in front and a busy kitchen beyond it. A small neon sign above reads BACINO PIZZA. The laminated menu stuck to one side of the window advertises the available slices (cheese, pepperoni, buffalo chicken, vegetarian) and their cost (1 kiss, 2 kisses, etc). The entire setup is incongruous in the antiquated surroundings of the hallway, sticking out like a sore thumb in the wood panelling, the wallpaper, and the classical paintings of hunting scenes to either side.
Tony's nearly at the front of the line, waiting for Bob in a Columbia University hoodie and jeans combo, hands likewise in pockets, though he pulls one out to give one of those surprisingly impressive shoulders a manly pat and a squeeze in greeting. ]
My dad always told me even bad pizza is good pizza. Most of the time. [ He shrugs. ] Worst comes to worst, we ditch it and go crash the fancy place by the auction house. Speaking of which, I think I saw you up on that stage a couple of times -- you come out of that okay?
[ He gives Bob a thoughtful look, a good deal of genuine concern in the focus on him. ]
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[ Somehow there's a line?? ]
Come and get it, Brady Bunch.
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just cheese if you get to the front first
don’t sell your soul for it or anything though
i mean unless it smells really good? then it’s your call
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are you going like, i don’t know, crazy toppings? isn’t that against the purity of the thing?
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[ nothing that tastes like the colour red is legal here :( ]
see you soon
[ — soon enough that he doesn’t have time to overthink it, already dressed from this morning (jeans, forest green jumper, sneaks). he still hasn’t made good on his word to talk to bucky about, uh, anything, but he did help shadowheart out and apologise unasked, so that kinda makes it even stevens? maybe? except for the part where he made tony feel like shit for making him feel like shit, in whatever the opposite of a circle of trust is.
but, hey, pizza’s good. pizza’s a start. he waves to tony on approach, then slips his hands back in his pockets. ]
If this is terrible, I won’t even know, so don’t tell me.
[ since florida has mediocre pizza and bob’s stomach is now a bottomless pit. ]
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Tony's nearly at the front of the line, waiting for Bob in a Columbia University hoodie and jeans combo, hands likewise in pockets, though he pulls one out to give one of those surprisingly impressive shoulders a manly pat and a squeeze in greeting. ]
My dad always told me even bad pizza is good pizza. Most of the time. [ He shrugs. ] Worst comes to worst, we ditch it and go crash the fancy place by the auction house. Speaking of which, I think I saw you up on that stage a couple of times -- you come out of that okay?
[ He gives Bob a thoughtful look, a good deal of genuine concern in the focus on him. ]