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[compromisedarrow]

Who: Clint Barton and YOU!
What: Exploring the castle during his Loss
When: All day of the 4th
Where: Anywhere you want to encounter him.
Rating: PG-13

It's been a few days, and Clint is getting restless.

He has the strong feeling that the him with memories wouldn't sit around the clinic moping, so he's up, pulling his socks and shoes on and grabbing his jacket. A little wander around the castle won't hurt, right? Get his bearings?

Hell, maybe it'll trigger a recall...

Comments

[sawyourwolfjunk]

"I don't know. Are you going to get another look if I turn and walk away?"

The fluster was hard not to laugh at, and she really hoped he didn't do anything worse, or she wasn't going to be able to keep a straight face.

[compromisedarrow]

"I'll walk away first." Seems reasonable, right?

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Oh god, he was taking this so seriously. A snicker slipped through.

[compromisedarrow]

...She was laughing at him. Initiate lineface.

"What?"

[sawyourwolfjunk]

"Nothing..."

And more laughs.

[compromisedarrow]

"No, seriously, what's so funny?"

Not impressed, Kenzi.

[sawyourwolfjunk]

"The look on your face. You look like you got caught with mirrors on your shoes after going up to all the girls with skirts."

[compromisedarrow]

"Doing what now?" Yep, that analogy is lost on him, Kenzi. "What's that gotta do with anything?"

[sawyourwolfjunk]

She just shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Never mind, Romeo. You go on about your day and I'll continue on un-ogled."

[compromisedarrow]

"...Right." Yeah, that's lost on him, too. So... he's just going to spin on his heel and walk on off.