Eggs, eggs, eggs!

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WHO: Everyone!
TONE: Fun and light.
RATING: PG-13
WHEN: 24th - 27th
WHERE: All over the place!
WHAT: Easter is in the air and eggs are in your hair! Except not really, but there are eggs everywhere and it is your job to find them.
STATUS: Ongoing! Use whichever format strikes your fancy.

[It's finally time to kick off the egg hunt! You're paired up and the eggs are hidden, so go off and find those eggs! They are hidden literally everywhere, even in places you may not expect them to be. So be sure to look everywhere, just try not to get in too much trouble! Friendly competition is one thing, just don't punch anyone in the face trying to get an egg.

Don't forget to see THIS POST for egg effects.]

Comments

[brothor]

You've always been things.

[He gives him another 'you're weird' look. He's so very talented at them.]

I wasn't aware they were interested in eggs. [He strokes his chin, barely noticing the pat as he trudges toward the great hall.] Not that I intend to stop you, so long as you keep your paws off the bacon.

[arrogantalloy]

What? No we haven't.

[Tony gives his own talented eye roll]

Well, you know picking up a book sometimes and you might learn things like that.

[Tony gives him a look at mentioning of the bacon.]

Bacon and eggs is the staple of any stable young man's breakfast. Do you really think I'm only going to eat eggs and no bacon?

[brothor]

You are both things! We are all things! I do not see how it could be a new occurance.
[You know better than to use slang around him, Stark.]

I know plenty of things. I don't care to expand my knowledge on small animals.

[He shrugs heavily, jostling the rat a little as he walks forward.] I suppose you will not be eating enough to dent the amount I intend to. Perhaps I can share a little.

[arrogantalloy]

Whu- ... [Tony's little furry head drops when he realises that the point has once again shot past Thor's ever thickening skull.]

Dating, Thor. We're dating. And hey, I'm not that small. I mean, come on. I'm bigger than a bread box, that's got to count for something.

[one of his ears flicker.]

You know, I'm noticing that you keep making comments about my size here.

[brothor]

[Thor is just going to side eye the hell out of that furry head as it drops before he quirks an eyebrow in surprise.]

Dating? I thought he barely tolerated you! I was also unaware you wre both homosexuals, that is news to me. [He never picks up these vibes....]

Because you are even tinier than you usually are, and you are generally pretty small.

[arrogantalloy]

Just because I'm dating a guy, and resting on a set of broad muscular shoulders, doesn't make me gay. Or him actually, you're reading too much into this.

Really? You're going to make comments of my real height? There isn't that much difference in height for a start. And also, I'm still growing.

[brothor]

But if you are interested in another male, that generally makes you gay? Does it not? [All of the side eyes.] Do you mean to imply that Banner is attracted to you?

There is a considerable amount of difference, actually. I'm also a few months younger than you, am I not?

[arrogantalloy]

I'm not interested in other 'males'. Just Br- Well he was the one who said yes, and kisses me back. That's not so much of an implication as it is a fact.

[His ear flicks in irritation. And he's not even aware that his emotions are coming through because of them.]

You're also from a completely different gene pool. You need to be tall to fight moose.

[brothor]

Oh, I see! So you are both only gay for each other? So if you were not a 'thing' you would generally date girls? Is there a particular word for it?

Height has nothing to do with moose battle, what on earth are you implying?

[Thor lifts a finger, patting at Tony's little head as they enter the great hall. He's quick to take a seat at the Gryffindor table, starting to stack his plate.]

[arrogantalloy]

Uh, I think I'm just going to go with Brucesexual on this one.

[Because to be honest he has no idea if there's another name for it.]

I'm implying that height is always a good advant-

[Tony stops mid-way, because Thor's patting is strangely distracting as they enter the hall. Once Thor's filled his plate, Tony crawls down, resting on his forearm as he snags some bacon and begins to sit up and eat it.]

[brothor]

I do not think there is a word in my language for that, I am afraid. [He shrugs.] In any case, I wish you all the happiness in the world.

I feel like that has little to do with my- Oi! Stark! Get your own!

[He's going to hunch over his plate protectively, giving him a dirty look.]

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony leaps off his arm with the bacon and finishes eating it while watching Thor hunch over the rest.]

I am. This is me getting my own.

[Tony climbs back up onto him quickly, attempting to dart into a gap to grab at an egg.]

[brothor]

You are insufferable. [He growls, reaching for another plate in an almost violent manner and serving Tony out his own little buffet. He scowls, mouth still full of his own food. He clearly does not give a fuck if people think he's being weird.]

Eat.

[arrogantalloy]

You know, it's the love and care you show me that really touches my heart.

[He gives him as sarcastic a look as his fury little face can muster then picks up some scrambled egg, sits back on his haunches and starts to eat.

[brothor]

You are lucky that I consider you to be of some importance, it certainly is not love.

[All of that is said through a mouthful of delicious food.]

[arrogantalloy]

That's not what the acorn tells me.

[His eyes smile because he can't really smile with his furry face and starts to eat more]

Because the acorn tells me at night that you really have some strong caring emotions for me, right there.

[brothor]

If the acorn whispers to you at night you have problems that run even deeper than thievery and lies.

[He scrunches his face up.] You can care and not love.

[arrogantalloy]

Oh it speaks volumes in symbolism and suppressed fondness. You just don't want it to be obvious.

[His little furry ears twitch]

Sure you can, caring means you love the thing to some degree. Like I really care about bacon. And I also love it.

[Keeps chewing on a piece of bacon]

[brothor]

Yes, that must be it.
[It's nearly impossible for his voice to get flatter. It's just a low rumble at this point.]

That is an awfully specific example, most everyone loves bacon! But love is a special term, you must not throw it around willy nilly.

[arrogantalloy]

[Tony tilts his head at him]

I'm not throwing any willy nilly things around. I love bacon and engineering... It's not exactly a term I throw around. Even you should be able to notice that much.