"Yeah, I went on a rampage and begged her to give me something to do." He grinned, awkwardly standing around. Sure the toothbrush thing should have had alarm bells ringing in any logical persons head but his reasoning was exactly what she was thinking. He spent far more time holed up on her floor rather than his own so it made perfect sense.
The stuffed hawk on the other hand... That was totally a whim. He'd have laughed at her if she'd have vocalized the word, adorable. Clint was a lot of things, he never classed himself as adorable. More like the saviour of all stuffed hawks in exsistance.
"It is kinda stupid. I saw him and his friends and thought they should be saved. So I kinda brought them all... and now I have enough for a complete brood." She'd laugh if she saw the odd places he'd hidden them on afternoon in between nursing a split lip from an over enthusiastic trainee and filling in an accident report.
"You should meet with Fury though, and keep the lil' guy, he's not got a name so you might wanna get on that." Really Clint had named them all Clint Junior and then a numerical figure on the end, but he wasn't about to tell her that.
He moved to perch himself on the edge of her bed, toeing off his shoes and wiggling socked feet against the carpet.
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Date: 2013-02-10 03:56 am (UTC)From:The stuffed hawk on the other hand... That was totally a whim. He'd have laughed at her if she'd have vocalized the word, adorable. Clint was a lot of things, he never classed himself as adorable. More like the saviour of all stuffed hawks in exsistance.
"It is kinda stupid. I saw him and his friends and thought they should be saved. So I kinda brought them all... and now I have enough for a complete brood." She'd laugh if she saw the odd places he'd hidden them on afternoon in between nursing a split lip from an over enthusiastic trainee and filling in an accident report.
"You should meet with Fury though, and keep the lil' guy, he's not got a name so you might wanna get on that." Really Clint had named them all Clint Junior and then a numerical figure on the end, but he wasn't about to tell her that.
He moved to perch himself on the edge of her bed, toeing off his shoes and wiggling socked feet against the carpet.