Stark Industries | Saturday

[dollpocalypse]

After some mortifying assistance from Ace, Topher was at work. And he was very busy today, actually. You know. Hating his girlparts and all.

It wasn't even that they were gross and girls were weird, though both of those things were true. He just liked looking like him. And not being all weird and unbalanced and stuck in some other body that could be anyone's, really, and who knew what she got up to in her spare time?

...Right then.

If you needed Topher, he'd just be fixing a radio. Or breaking it more so that he could fix it even better. It was hard to tell.

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[selfhelphero]

"Oh, I can imagine," Billy said, making a face at that thought. "Mercy helped me last time, so I got it this time, but...yeah, it's still kind of uncomfortable." He shifted a little, as if to show the annoyance of underwire.

[dollpocalypse]

"Girls' lives suck," Topher proclaimed. "They look all weird and they have to wear awkward clothes. I think that's the lesson here."

[selfhelphero]

"Yeah, but people open doors for them, and buy them things just for looking nice, so I think their lives are a lot easier too," Billy said with a snicker.

[dollpocalypse]

"...Wait, really? That's not fair." Such was life, Topher. "Can I complain about that?"

[selfhelphero]

"I don't think I can stop you, can I? You're on a roll," Billy teased.

[dollpocalypse]

"I meant to, like, an authority," Topher clarified. "But I can just complain to you instead. I don't like it."

[selfhelphero]

"I don't think there's any authority who can help us," Billy said with a pout. "They're either going through the same thing, or they're women who'd laugh at us and tell us to deal with it."