[ America tastes like cool ranch, he can't. His shoulders are shaking even with Tony pressed against them, that hand cemented firmly to his face, positively rolling.
Jesus Christ.
And then Tony's talking about an endorsement and his hand drops, head shaking, eyeing Tony like he's lost his damn mind but in the best possible way. ]
No- no, no, no way, come on- you're outta your damn mind.
no subject
Jesus Christ.
And then Tony's talking about an endorsement and his hand drops, head shaking, eyeing Tony like he's lost his damn mind but in the best possible way. ]
No- no, no, no way, come on- you're outta your damn mind.
[ But imagine it though.
A beat, and then: ]
He's gotta get his own flavor.