Notes

Tony's always had a sort of gothic vibe. His skin was pale and fair, his eyes were sharp and bluer than the sky. He mostly dressed in black and covered as much of his skin as he could. When outside, he was armed with either a large hat to keep him shaded or a parasol. His usual was, of course, either black or Iron Man red. He could easily blend in on the streets if he hid his face well enough with his parasol. It was a sort of staple for him, but why did he choose to dress that way? His fashion was the same way for every season- and the media believed that he sharpened his canines to look like fangs. The reason that Tony would forever keep a secret was that he was a vampire. But, that was his little secret. That day, he had been wearing the usual- a black and white suit with a bat-patterned tie and an extravagant black parasol. He had been on a walk and was heading to the sanctity of his home when he heard the sound of someone walking right behind him. Maybe they were, again, trying to sneak up on and spook him. Why was that a thing? It almost never worked, so Tony didn't understand why people kept trying. Turning to the side a bit, he greeted the person with a wide, fang-baring grin. "Hey, What're you doing here?" He stopped to talk, resting his parasol over his shoulder with one hand and placing the other in his pocket.