Tony's Secret Lab, Abandoned Warehouse District, Wednesday Evening

[dollpocalypse]

Topher flung the door open with more force than he'd ever realized he was capable of, his heart pounding. That was partially from having run all the way here while crying, though the helpless grief and rage battling inside him was also a close second. He couldn't remember ever feeling like this before -- like he'd just lost something completely irreplacable and there was nothing he could do. He couldn't fix it with science or programming or anything without at least a scan of Tony's brain and a wildly undeserved medical degree. It was just... just the worst thing ever.

He kicked the floor, and then, finding that unhelpful, threw the phone and that stupid orb he was still holding onto the ground and hurled a hard punch at the wall.

Fuck, that hurt.

But it did kill some of the helpless feeling, at least. Now there was just... grief.

With a choked sob, Topher collapsed down to the floor with his back to the wall, cradling his bleeding hand and just hating everything.

[[I'M SORRY. HE JUST HAS A LOT OF FEELINGS. for two, and NFB.]]

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[batwaffles.livejournal.com]

"Perish the thought." Cleanup on aisle four -- someone spilled acerbic sarcasm everywhere. "Nobody's asking you to be him, you crybaby. God knows I've never heard of you lifting a finger to help people the way he does."

She huffed in exasperation and got to her feet.

"But I'm done wasting time arguing this with you. Wallow if you want to; I'm going to find out more."

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"Fine!" he yelled after her. "Go!"

Yes, Topher. That was the plan.

"And -- and -- and -- you suck!"

That's right. The maturity contest continued.

[batwaffles.livejournal.com]

Stephanie blew a supremely sarcastic kiss at him, but at least kept the probably better than you do to herself as she stalked off.