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"Um, Tony...what's that you've got in my sweatshirt?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. This is my sweatshirt."
"Oh, have you joined ROTC? Cool, it'll be nice to have a friend for all those long, gruelling early morning workouts…"
"Ha ha. I'll concede that this sweatshirt was, perhaps, formerly yours."
"Oh, you will. That's nice of you. In that case, what have you got in 'your' pocket?"
"Um...a new calculator?"
"You know, for a genius, you're a terrible liar."
Meow!
"...shit."
"Your pocket just...meowed."
"Would you believe I'm working on a new bot that sounds exactly like a real cat?"
"Strangely enough, I wouldn't. What the hell? A cat, Tony? How did you end up with a cat?"
"A little black cat, a week after Halloween? Come on. Found her, hiding out in the bushes. I think one of the houses probably used her for their party and then abandoned her, the bastards. Can we keep her? Please?"
"Tony..."
Mrow!
"Aww, see, she likes you already!"
"Tones, you can't just try to smuggle a cat into our room and hope I don't notice! What if I had been allergic or something?"
"Carol's cat doesn't seem to bother you."
"Wait, how did you- What makes you think Carol's got a cat?"
"Oh, Rhodey, Rhodey, Rhodey. Haven't we already established that I wear your clothes?"
"Pretty sure we established that you steal my clothes, actually…"
"Semantics. Anyway, you've been coming home with little hairs all over your shirts. And since neither of you are redheads… Either you're kinkier than I've been giving you credit for - in which case, congratulations, I'm very proud of you - or, Occam's Razor, flygirl's got a feline friend."
"Alright, Sherlock. Yes, Carol does have a cat. But that doesn't mean we can have one too! Where would we even keep it?"
"Or, or, better question - how can you say no to this face?"
"Tony. Why is it you always think that you can just do that whole Bambi-eye routine and I'll agree to whatever dumbass thing you want to do?"
"Well, you test a hypothesis enough times… Honestly, Rhodey, it's scientific method 101."
"..."
"Please?"
"Ok, ok. You win, we can keep the cat. For now. You're a menace, you know that?"
"Thanks, dear. Just for the record though, I was actually talking about the cat's face."
"Oh. Right."
"But do feel free to go on about my Bambi eyes..."