bettercallit: ([Clint] Broken)
( ¢ℓιит "нαωкєує" вαятσи ) ([personal profile] bettercallit) wrote in [community profile] poly_chromatic2012-11-13 03:34 pm

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[ It's been eight days. Eight whole days. Better late than never, right? But in case anyone's yet to figure it out, he feels the need to make the announcement. He's sticking to text to avoid a metaphor slipping out; that's his story and he's sticking to it, okay? Okay. ]

Agent Phil Coulson has left the City.
charring: (always looking over my shoulder)

[personal profile] charring 2012-11-13 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Are you okay?
yourbestguysgun: (B || Shadow)

[personal profile] yourbestguysgun 2012-11-13 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
i'll be on the roof in ten.
charring: (adjusting the camera)

[personal profile] charring 2012-11-13 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
We spoke a couple times.
charring: (adjusting the camera)

[personal profile] charring 2012-11-13 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Let me repeat my question. Are you okay? It's never fun when people go home.
theassassin: (pic#4939138)

Text -> Action;

[personal profile] theassassin 2012-11-13 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I've got alcohol and the urge to just kick back and be lazy. Be lazy and drink with me.

[Well, this is something...

Now she's going to tuck her phone away and get ... home, giving Clint a reasonable amount of time to climb down from whatever perch he might be holed up in and get back to the apartment. She doesn't wait for an answer from him, it isn't a question anyway. So, she's not worried about the response, he'll be there and if he isn't?

She will find him.

And she will drag him back.

She'd been kind of wondering when he might decide it was time to mention that Coulson was gone. She knew, and she knew that he knew she knew, but she also knew not to push him. He'd say something when he was ready, and no sooner than that.

So, good. At least, now they can sit on opposite ends of the couch cross-armed and silent, but both have a reason for it.

Okay Barton, lets see you're as smart as she gives you credit for, or if she's going to have to fireman carry your gorgeoussulky ass down here. Either way is good for her.]
charring: (alert)

[personal profile] charring 2012-11-13 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
I hope things get better for you.
theassassin: (Default)

Action;

[personal profile] theassassin 2012-11-13 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Good. She was hoping he wouldn't put up a fight, it wouldn't have solved anything for her to kick his ass when he's already feeling like shit.

Bag in hand and goes right to the kitchen for glasses before she comes back to the couch, sets the glasses and the bottle down on the table. Then, prods him gently to lift up so she can sit.]


Make a space. [Her tone is soft, but still sharp enough that he won't give her crap.] Then you can lay back down again. At least until you're ready for a drink.
charring: (shy smile looking down)

[personal profile] charring 2012-11-13 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
If I had the time today, I would. I'm gonna be busy for a couple weeks.
theassassin: (Default)

Action;

[personal profile] theassassin 2012-11-13 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[A smirk lifts the corner of her lips quick and fleeting at the face he gives her. She sits and reaches over to open the bottle and pour them each a glass.]

I thought as much. [She offers him a glass.] You're in luck, Barton, the wait is over.
untilitkillsyou: (Default)

[personal profile] untilitkillsyou 2012-11-13 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sorry to hear that.
doeswhathewants: (Defeated)

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[personal profile] doeswhathewants 2012-11-13 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh.
charring: (my emotions could go either way here)

[personal profile] charring 2012-11-13 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Getting married tomorrow.

[And because she actually likes Barton....weddinginvite.jpg. Informal, sure. But it's tomorrow. And she's swamped with pre-wedding craziness today otherwise she'd run it over and and it to him.]
theassassin: (Default)

Action;

[personal profile] theassassin 2012-11-14 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
It helps to have someone around you can count on.

[She drinks hers down, just as quickly and reaches for the bottle to pour them each another. She half wonders how long it'll be before they just forego the glasses and start passing the bottle back and forth.]

Not as good as yours.

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