[ 009 ] ♐ [ Action ] Fourth Wall.

[bettercallit]

[ Clint's not planning on admitting to it any time soon, but the conversation he had with Phil recently about everything that happened before either of them arrived here has been weighing on him a little, and he knows that he's not been the best person to be around lately. Well, less so than usual, at least, and that's when he's not been going off alone.

So he's up earlier than he's been used to, dressed, and out walking Fury around the streets of the City, a take-out cup of coffee in hand. It's not that he doesn't often walk their dog, but he doesn't usually do it quite so early, especially not on a weekend, and this way Phil gets to sleep in without Fury barking for attention and waking up the whole building.

Sometimes he's slow on the uptake when it comes to personal things, better at shrugging them off than dealing with them, but Clint's finally settling into everything, thankful that he's been given chances he would never have had at home, and he's happy. He knows how lucky he is and he doesn't plan on taking it for granted.

He's in a good mood, even smiling outright without attempting to conceal it, and even the fact he's noticed that there are far more people out in the streets, the majority looking puzzled, which can only mean another long weekend of strangers flooding can't dampen his good spirits.

He should probably know by now that this amount of contentment can never last. ]


[ OOC: Fourth wall! Feel free to run into him anywhere around the City. ]

Comments

[racial]

Like 'us'? Nah, dawg, we're nothing alike. 'sides, my wife ain't here. Fucked up holiday is that?

[bettercallit]

You'd be surprised. [ He glances to his ring hand, shrugs. ] Seen other marines around, find the nearest bar, enjoy it while it lasts.

[racial]

Sounds all right.

[bettercallit]

Locals are friendly. Got yourself a name?

[racial]

Sgt. Tony Espera, dawg.

[bettercallit]

Clint Barton. It's a pleasure. If you need a shower, there's some rooms not far from here should see you right.

[racial]

Are you sayin' I stink? That's some discriminating shit.

[bettercallit]

Didn't wanna mention it, but there's a whiff of something. [ He's got his playful face on, and points just below Poke's eye. ] That, and you got a little something there.

[racial]

If you didn't wanna mention it, why did you? Rude. ( But he is grinning. )

[bettercallit]

Sometimes these things simply come up. [ He shrugs, but it's obvious he's amused however stoic he is about it. ] Where'd you get pulled from?

[racial]

Iraq.

[bettercallit]

Thought as much, the jungle/desert combo gave it away. Well, the bars are all down that way - [ He gestures with a nod of the head. ] - but I can hold your hand if you need the guide.