N'avait pas votre mère vous apprendre à ne jamais faire des excuses quand vous n'êtes pas désolé? [Erik pushed the art room door open without touching it, surveying the damage with a long sweep of his eyes before settling on Tony.]
Why don't we stick to English, until you can actually talk?
[He wasn't sure when he started grinning, exactly, but he could feel it, lips pulled back and white teeth flashing. He was terribly amused to find Tony in this situation.
Or really, any remotely embarrassing situation. He isn't picky.
Glancing toward Charles, he arched his eyebrows beneath the helmet, knowing that Charles would prefer less antagonizing; the look he gave his friend was very much a 'what did you expect' look, before he turned back to Tony.]
Go on, get up. [He missed the falling over, but he can guess, from the way Tony's rubbing his head, and yup he wants to see Stark falling over himself.]
forgive the google translate French, it's been too long /o\
Why don't we stick to English, until you can actually talk?
[He wasn't sure when he started grinning, exactly, but he could feel it, lips pulled back and white teeth flashing. He was terribly amused to find Tony in this situation.
Or really, any remotely embarrassing situation. He isn't picky.
Glancing toward Charles, he arched his eyebrows beneath the helmet, knowing that Charles would prefer less antagonizing; the look he gave his friend was very much a 'what did you expect' look, before he turned back to Tony.]
Go on, get up. [He missed the falling over, but he can guess, from the way Tony's rubbing his head, and yup he wants to see Stark falling over himself.]