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bettercallit) wrote2012-04-20 06:19 pm
bettercallit) wrote2012-04-20 06:19 pm
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☎ Call.
✉ Voicemail.
⌨ Text.
✔ Action.
☎ Call.
✉ Voicemail.
⌨ Text.
✔ Action.
Hey Clint. [ Stiles sounds panicked which isn't unusual, but he sounds a little sad too. ] Um. I'm going to the Youth Centre right now but I was wondering if tomorrow we could talk?
[ He hasn't seen the network, hasn't seen that Phil's back and Phil's safe so this is a purely selfish call. ] Everything's messed up and I could really use --.
Uh, where did that door come from? [ The message goes quiet for a moment as Stiles moves towards it. Clint can probably make out the creak. ] Oh. Oh. Okay, I think ... I think I'm going to go home now?
[ Because it hurts, everything hurts and he wants to just -- he needs Scott and his dad and he needs out. ] You were great, man. You were ... thanks. For helping me. I'm gonna go now.
[ He hasn't seen the network, hasn't seen that Phil's back and Phil's safe so this is a purely selfish call. ] Everything's messed up and I could really use --.
Uh, where did that door come from? [ The message goes quiet for a moment as Stiles moves towards it. Clint can probably make out the creak. ] Oh. Oh. Okay, I think ... I think I'm going to go home now?
[ Because it hurts, everything hurts and he wants to just -- he needs Scott and his dad and he needs out. ] You were great, man. You were ... thanks. For helping me. I'm gonna go now.
[ Clary shows up the next day, small pastry box tucked under her arm, coffees in a little cardboard tray. She likes Clint already, wouldn't like him to be upset, so she's doing what she can. Even if that includes somehow ringing the doorbell with her elbow and laughing as Fury starts barking. ]
[ It takes him a minute to reach the door, nudging Fury out of the way and grabbing his collar, not that he's likely to run, but he's a force once he jumps up.
A smile threatens to put in an appearance as soon as he realises who it is. ] Couldn't stay away? [ Not that he minds in the least, and he tries to move aside, tugging Fury with him. ] Come on, you can pounce when she's inside.
A smile threatens to put in an appearance as soon as he realises who it is. ] Couldn't stay away? [ Not that he minds in the least, and he tries to move aside, tugging Fury with him. ] Come on, you can pounce when she's inside.
Edited 2013-01-03 00:49 (UTC)
[ Laughing. ]
Yes Mr. Barton, Fury's just that irresistible. [ Stepping in but holding both the coffees and the cake out of Fury's way. ] I bring thee glad tidings and confectionery.
Yes Mr. Barton, Fury's just that irresistible. [ Stepping in but holding both the coffees and the cake out of Fury's way. ] I bring thee glad tidings and confectionery.
[ He throws an arm out to nudge the door shut behind her, leading the way in before letting the dog go. ]
Do me a favour? Drop the Mr. [ It's a polite request, amused, and he waves a lazy arm for her to make herself at home. if he flinches at her use of vocabulary, well, he intends to shrug it off. ] Word got out about my dangerous kitchen skills?
Do me a favour? Drop the Mr. [ It's a polite request, amused, and he waves a lazy arm for her to make herself at home. if he flinches at her use of vocabulary, well, he intends to shrug it off. ] Word got out about my dangerous kitchen skills?
No, but I hear the cake around here is awesome.
[ Placing the things down on the coffee table and then calling Fury who climbs up to throw himself on her lap. Clary ends up laughing. ] And coffee always helps everyone.
[ Placing the things down on the coffee table and then calling Fury who climbs up to throw himself on her lap. Clary ends up laughing. ] And coffee always helps everyone.
Helps? Coffee's a lifeline.
[ He looks at Fury, exasperated, but there's no point telling him off; he's one of those dogs that thinks it's a lot smaller than it actually is. ] Shove him down if you've got the heart.
[ He looks at Fury, exasperated, but there's no point telling him off; he's one of those dogs that thinks it's a lot smaller than it actually is. ] Shove him down if you've got the heart.
No, it's okay. I don't mind. [ Petting him slowly on the head as he makes himself comfortable. ]
I didn't know what kind you liked so I bought a selection.
I didn't know what kind you liked so I bought a selection.
Chocolate. [ If he's going to break his more or less strict diet, it's got to be chocolate or it's not worth it. ] Always chocolate.
At least ninety percent of the cakes have chocolate in them. It was a gamble I was willing to take.
[ Who the hell goes out in weather like this anyway?
The answer would be Stiles because he's got zero sense of self-preservation and he misses Clint, hasn't seen him since he came back and wants to rectify that. The plus side is his bruises are mostly faded and he can come without fear of being unable to pass it off as a lacrosse tackle gone wrong.
So he knocks, laughs when he hears Fury's paws scrabbling on the floor. ] Hey Fury, get your dad to let me in. It's cold.
The answer would be Stiles because he's got zero sense of self-preservation and he misses Clint, hasn't seen him since he came back and wants to rectify that. The plus side is his bruises are mostly faded and he can come without fear of being unable to pass it off as a lacrosse tackle gone wrong.
So he knocks, laughs when he hears Fury's paws scrabbling on the floor. ] Hey Fury, get your dad to let me in. It's cold.
[ Unless he's rolling around in the stuff and childishly building things with it until his hands are so cold they could drop off, Clint hates the cold and the wet, a consequence of sitting out for hours at a time without being able to move to keep warm.
But the apartment is warm, a fire lit on top of the heating being on, and he comes from the direction of the kitchen when he pulls the door open, making hot chocolate, a bit of the power on his jumper sleeve.
He's holding Fury back, and Stiles is the last person he expects to see, which is why he freezes, checking for signs of ghoulishness. ] You're back. Must've missed that memo. [ If it weren't for the fact the door is wide open and Fury's scrabbling to dart forward, Clint would throw himself at the kid. ] Walk into a door?
But the apartment is warm, a fire lit on top of the heating being on, and he comes from the direction of the kitchen when he pulls the door open, making hot chocolate, a bit of the power on his jumper sleeve.
He's holding Fury back, and Stiles is the last person he expects to see, which is why he freezes, checking for signs of ghoulishness. ] You're back. Must've missed that memo. [ If it weren't for the fact the door is wide open and Fury's scrabbling to dart forward, Clint would throw himself at the kid. ] Walk into a door?
Lacrosse accident.
[ He gives a tentative smile, happy to see Clint but also suddenly unsure if he should be imposing. It's been longer for Stiles, weeks and weeks and Clint was a true friend here, of course he was, but he's also an adult and Stiles is a dumb teenager and -.
And he doesn't care, he's happy, he wants to see his friend. ] So dude, you have chocolate on your sleeve.
[ He gives a tentative smile, happy to see Clint but also suddenly unsure if he should be imposing. It's been longer for Stiles, weeks and weeks and Clint was a true friend here, of course he was, but he's also an adult and Stiles is a dumb teenager and -.
And he doesn't care, he's happy, he wants to see his friend. ] So dude, you have chocolate on your sleeve.
Uh huh. [ He eyes the fading bruises, but he doesn't push it further; if there's something there to tell, it's got to be on Stiles' terms not his.
Clint laughs at that, or it's a close thing, folding himself into the side and pulling the dog with him to let the kid in. ] There's enough for two. Get your ass in here, the heat's escaping.
Clint laughs at that, or it's a close thing, folding himself into the side and pulling the dog with him to let the kid in. ] There's enough for two. Get your ass in here, the heat's escaping.
Hey Fury.
[ He snuffles at Stiles like he can smell leftover wolf but Stiles grins anyway, ruffles his fur as he enters. ] Wow, it's warm in here. It's like the Sahara only more cozy and less yellow.
[ Pointing at him. ] You totally hate the cold, right?
[ He snuffles at Stiles like he can smell leftover wolf but Stiles grins anyway, ruffles his fur as he enters. ] Wow, it's warm in here. It's like the Sahara only more cozy and less yellow.
[ Pointing at him. ] You totally hate the cold, right?
That's the idea. No sand getting anywhere it shouldn't either.
[ He releases the hound the second the door is kicked shut with a forceful nudge of his foot, letting them get reacquainted. ]
Cold's no good when a guy wants to laze around. [ Without a word, he wanders into the kitchen, the kettle boiled, and he grabs another mug, putting heaped piles of instant hot chocolate into thing; it's safe than boiling milk unsupervised. ]
[ He releases the hound the second the door is kicked shut with a forceful nudge of his foot, letting them get reacquainted. ]
Cold's no good when a guy wants to laze around. [ Without a word, he wanders into the kitchen, the kettle boiled, and he grabs another mug, putting heaped piles of instant hot chocolate into thing; it's safe than boiling milk unsupervised. ]
[ He can probably still here them, Stiles crooning to Fury as Fury's tail hits off of everything. He's a good five minutes, bending down to talk to the dog, letting him lick every inch of Stiles' face because at least someone is pleased to see him. Then both boy and not-quite-puppy-anymore wander in to the kitchen. ]
So you didn't get eaten by any zombies, right? I wanted to check up on you but I had to defend the forest and let me tell you, that totally sucked.
So you didn't get eaten by any zombies, right? I wanted to check up on you but I had to defend the forest and let me tell you, that totally sucked.
Well, it was a close call, but no. [ He's got mixed feelings about the face of the ghoul that came after him, and he's not really trying to hide it.
He stirs the mugs, dumping the spoon in the sink after, and pushes one along the counter top towards him. He's quiet for a minute, frowning, because if he knows about the ghouls then he's been back a while. ] If I'd known you were back, I wouldn't come to get you.
He stirs the mugs, dumping the spoon in the sink after, and pushes one along the counter top towards him. He's quiet for a minute, frowning, because if he knows about the ghouls then he's been back a while. ] If I'd known you were back, I wouldn't come to get you.
It's okay, I didn't have any ghouls of my own. Derek did though. [ He doesn't really want to talk about Derek at all. ]
But you and Fury made it through all right? [ He's not aware that Phil has come back, so obviously he doesn't ask about him. ]
But you and Fury made it through all right? [ He's not aware that Phil has come back, so obviously he doesn't ask about him. ]
Lacrosse come into it? [ He can add things up, and he gets the impression Derek is a no-go topic, so he doesn't ask. ]
Assassin. Not as easy to put down as people delude themselves into thinking. [ Natasha had some issues, and he's not seen much of Phil since, but everyone's alive, so there's that. ] That curse? Worst one yet.
[ Arms folding across his chest, hip leaning against the side, Clint looks him over. ] You okay?
Assassin. Not as easy to put down as people delude themselves into thinking. [ Natasha had some issues, and he's not seen much of Phil since, but everyone's alive, so there's that. ] That curse? Worst one yet.
[ Arms folding across his chest, hip leaning against the side, Clint looks him over. ] You okay?
[ He looks relieved to know that Clint hadn't come into any real harm, and he nods his head at the question. ]
I'm okay. [ A pause, leaning against the counter with an elbow. He almost wants to be as honest as he can, tell Clint that he doesn't actually want to be here anymore than he did before. ]
It almost feels like I haven't been gone at all.
I'm okay. [ A pause, leaning against the counter with an elbow. He almost wants to be as honest as he can, tell Clint that he doesn't actually want to be here anymore than he did before. ]
It almost feels like I haven't been gone at all.
[ He looks different, older somehow, and tired, the kind that a good night of sleep won't do much to erase. He remembers the phone call, still has the voicemail saved to his device, because as far as he knew Stiles wasn't coming back. A part of him wishes he could be enough of a reason to make him want to stay, but then why would he be? And Derek. There's something there he's definitely missing, something he wasn't going to touch because it's none of his business, but now he's starting to think maybe he should make it his business. ]
Feels longer from this side. [ There's a sad smile, and if he were the kind to put himself on the line when it comes to personal things, he might admit how much he's missed him, how good it is to see him again, as selfish as it is. ] You know you can always stay here if you need to, right? Someone might as well make use of my bed.
Feels longer from this side. [ There's a sad smile, and if he were the kind to put himself on the line when it comes to personal things, he might admit how much he's missed him, how good it is to see him again, as selfish as it is. ] You know you can always stay here if you need to, right? Someone might as well make use of my bed.
[ His eyebrows lift slightly, a small and crooked smile on his face. ] Well, you are cuddly but I think that might be illegal.
[ Sitting on the counter for a moment as he lifts the mug up and wraps his hands around it. ] It's been like a month for me, maybe more. I don't know. I wasn't expecting to come back in the middle of an apocalypse though. All those years of movie watching finally came into something good.
[ Sitting on the counter for a moment as he lifts the mug up and wraps his hands around it. ] It's been like a month for me, maybe more. I don't know. I wasn't expecting to come back in the middle of an apocalypse though. All those years of movie watching finally came into something good.
[ He stares at him, and a bit longer, and then snorts a laugh. ] Like to think I've got better seduction skills than that. [ He'll probably be up on the roof or flopped on the sofa, Stiles, don't panic. ]
And they say TV rots your brain. That told them. [ Fingers curling around his own mug, he takes a sip, enjoying the way it burns on its way down. ] Get to spend time with your dad while you were there?
And they say TV rots your brain. That told them. [ Fingers curling around his own mug, he takes a sip, enjoying the way it burns on its way down. ] Get to spend time with your dad while you were there?
[ Glancing down at his mug for a second. ] Yeah. Not doing too well on that whole front, but hey, being a teenager means disappointing your family.
[ He thinks about how he had to crawl towards his father - how he couldn't even make it to him. He thinks about his dad's face when Stiles had walked in with his face bloody and bruised. ] Right?
[ He thinks about how he had to crawl towards his father - how he couldn't even make it to him. He thinks about his dad's face when Stiles had walked in with his face bloody and bruised. ] Right?
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