[ 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]

( Poke doesn't run into the guy because he's a recon marines and recon marines have better situational awareness than that. ) Dawg. Careful there.

[allwedoisrun]

[Maggie is confused. One minute she's at home... and while conditions there aren't the best she's comfortable. Now she's here... where ever here is and...she doesn't recognize anything.

She spots the man and the dog. Oddly, an extremely unfamiliar sight to a woman who, honestly can't remember the last time she saw a dog. Or a man walking one like it was perfectly normal.

She's hesitant to approach him, not everyone is friendly back home. Circumstances there have put them all into a frenzied sort of survival mode. But she eventually does, cautiously walking up ready to run if she has to.]

'scuse me? Can you, by chance, tell me what is happenin'?

[faller]

[Johanna is sitting on a bench next to the fountain, waiting for - someone. Odair, maybe, god, that would be good. Fury spots her first and starts tail-wagging, and Johanna manages not to scowl, barely, as a nose comes straight to her crotch]

You know where I'm from that's a hanging offense, dog.

[fuckyeahloki]

Well, if it isn't you.

[fearthepackingchips]

[Hey, Clint. There's a Deadpool hanging out over here, jabbing at his transporter and muttering to himself. He's cool. It's fine.

Well. It is, right up until he looks up and starts waving.]

Heya, Robin Hood! Oh boy am I glad to see you. ...well. Maybe not glad, but it's close enough. What's the sitch, who's in charge of this popsicle stand, and if your buddy Fury's feeling helpful today, where can I find myself if I forgot where I'm supposed to be?

...also, you look kinda funny. You feeling okay?

[amonsterinside]

Excuse me, ah... Is your dog friendly?

[theironlady]

Cute dog, but you struck me as more of a parakeet kind of guy.

[dashingrainbow]

Clint! [Rainbow flies down to him.] Oh good, so happy to see a familiar face. [waaaait a second.] What's with the dog?