Ordinary firearms couldn't penetrate the alloy of the Iron Man armor. They couldn't even leave a small dent, aside from scuffing off a bit of paint.
Tony opened his faceplate.
"I'm dying of thirst. Pour me a glass of water."
Hayato took a bottle of soda from the refrigerator and tossed it over.
"Did you really have to rush that much? You didn't even have time to stop for a drink," Hayato complained.
Tony said, "Pepper took the medicine. She should be waking up soon. I hope I'm the first person she sees when she wakes up."
"Hey, hey, what's with suddenly shoving PDA down my throat? You already forced me to swallow a whole serving at noon."
Hayato pretended to sound displeased.
Tony truly loved Pepper, but it was also true that he loved going out and having a good time.
For people who were exceptionally rich or handsome, that was called being "romantic." If they were neither, then all that remained was "sleazy."
Why was Tony like this?
You might not believe it, but it was an extremely common television trope.
—I'm a genius, I'm a billionaire, but I love to fool around, so I'm not a good man. You're a good woman. I love you, but I'm not sure whether I can give you happiness.
That one simple setup, plus a bitchy second female lead and a sunny, handsome, caring second male lead, was enough to support a fifty-episode idol drama.
Seeing Hayato's unhappy expression, Tony laughed and gulped down half the bottle of water.
"Then why did you come? Don't tell me you made a special trip here just because you were thirsty."
"How could that be? Do I look like such a boring person?"
"Yes." Hayato's tone was utterly flat.
"Uh, can we have a