[ Adrien was at the counter that dominated the lab, his arm folded across the table in front of him as he attempted to poke at his own MID. He didn't look up from whatever it was he was squinting at, but he spoke up all the same. ]
You're five minutes late.
[ It doesn't matter; he just likes to give Tony shit. ]
action;
You're five minutes late.
[ It doesn't matter; he just likes to give Tony shit. ]