Is currently debating about taking a shot of scotch before attempting to sleep.

Doesn't feel like doing anything productive.

Resting helps sometimes if you are lucky enough to.

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Arrives on the TL. His ass is much better than the all American's ass.

Is silently lurking nearby. Hiding was never his specialty.

Looks down at the empty box of popsicles in his hand and sighs to himself before finishing up the last one in his other hand. "I better buy another box of popsicles before Morgan finds out."

Is trying his best to stay out of trouble. For once in his lifetime it might happen unless something comes along.

Is totally not helping his situation in trying to stay out of trouble.

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Tony stands on top of a box with his arms folded across his chest. "I am not short!" He said in a pouting tone of voice.

Tony now knows where he gets his bad sleeping habits from.

His own father.

Later on down in the future there will be a son who ends up having his father's genius.

"Never had one of those father and son relationships or bonding or however people are saying it these days. I never could understand why people are always asking me about the definition of one."

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It was late with the time getting close to midnight and the mechanic himself should have been in bed by now. Scotch on ice tends to be the cure for restless nights, right?

You could say that. Never was a actual father and son bonding between one another. More obsessed with his work more than anything.