[Quentin warily studies Tony's reaction to hearing about the sentinels. Hmm... not surprised, but he also doesn't seem pleased. That tracks. Flatscans gonna flatscan, but it's not like Stark has a history of gunning for mutants for no reason at all. Dumb reasons, maybe, but not no reason. Which is good enough for now. Quentin lets it go, because despite being sketchy af, Tony Stark does have his uses.
But first, cue the biggest eye roll in the history of eye rolls.]
Yeah, let's see if you can keep up, old man. I've been ahead of you since I was 16, and that was when we were from the same time point. You're so behind now it's just gonna be sad.
[Having sufficiently "okay-boomer"ed Tony, he jerks a thumb at a row of buildings on the other side of the road.]
Look, there's some shops over that way, but the locals lately have been... Brusque, we'll say. And they're not real people, so my powers don't work on them. You think you can weasel your way into their good graces using some of that Stark charm I hear so much about? Try asking for a costume for the carnival if they give you shit.
[And why is Quentin not volunteering to talk to the locals himself, you ask? Well, it's certainly not because he knows damn well Stark has a much higher charisma stat, and he's definitely not bitter about it. And he's absolutely not avoiding the utter embarrassment of trying to woo the locals in front of Tony fucking Stark. So don't even ask. In fact, just to make sure nobody asks, he's going to start walking in that direction and change the subject. Genius.]
Oh, and no promises on the literary devices. I'm exceptionally clever, so wordplay is my artform of choice. My name is Quentin Quire, not Quentin Quiet, after all.
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But first, cue the biggest eye roll in the history of eye rolls.]
Yeah, let's see if you can keep up, old man. I've been ahead of you since I was 16, and that was when we were from the same time point. You're so behind now it's just gonna be sad.
[Having sufficiently "okay-boomer"ed Tony, he jerks a thumb at a row of buildings on the other side of the road.]
Look, there's some shops over that way, but the locals lately have been... Brusque, we'll say. And they're not real people, so my powers don't work on them. You think you can weasel your way into their good graces using some of that Stark charm I hear so much about? Try asking for a costume for the carnival if they give you shit.
[And why is Quentin not volunteering to talk to the locals himself, you ask? Well, it's certainly not because he knows damn well Stark has a much higher charisma stat, and he's definitely not bitter about it. And he's absolutely not avoiding the utter embarrassment of trying to woo the locals in front of Tony fucking Stark. So don't even ask. In fact, just to make sure nobody asks, he's going to start walking in that direction and change the subject. Genius.]
Oh, and no promises on the literary devices. I'm exceptionally clever, so wordplay is my artform of choice. My name is Quentin Quire, not Quentin Quiet, after all.