‍ ‍ ‍ 𝘌𝘕𝘎𝘐𝘕𝘌𝘌𝘙.

Actually, HE’S older.

We’re the same age.

James just called me old.

|| okay that's enough for me today i was just trying to joke around sorry again

Okay, back to my workshop. Good luck, everyone.

They’re talking about me.

Who took all the uranium?

Dragging himself up from his workshop rubbing sleep from his eyes. Falling asleep with your head on a metal table isn’t ideal, but somehow doesn’t stop his body from doing it.

|| I've transparently lost a lot of motivation to be here lately I'm sure it'll come back as it always does (my muses, as with time, are a flat circle) but for now It Is What It Is

Anyone got a light? I seem to be lacking.

I know heating is expensive but I’m fairly certain my bank account can afford it to be higher than one degree above hypothermia in this warehouse.

@FALLENPATRlOT || brother we're happy they shaved his head smoof and restarted

// don’t forget what they took from us 💔

Horrible things being said about my good friend Scarvey Dent.

(In the moments it’d taken James to get down here, Howard had already sunk back into his work. The words are startlingly loud in the otherwise quiet of his workshop and he can’t help but wince a little.) How am I supposed to know? I go up when I’m tired, and eat when I’m hungry.

Whatever. Do what you want.

I’m not coming up from my workshop. I’m busy.

Go away, Barnes.

No text messages.

No flowers.

Not even apology head.