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[hasthehighground]

Why is Clint Barton in the rafters, when he's by all rights way too old and (by some accounts) dignified to climb up there?

Well. He was drinking his morning coffee when some thing touched the back of his foot with a long tendril, and all he saw was its weird misshapen form skittering away.





It was weird, okay? Anyway. He's sitting on a rafter, watching the room below, with a mug of coffee in his hands and a jar of peanuts next to him.

[tiny tag: creepy doll
ooc: No new threads, unless we've talked about it :)! I'll be around this weekend, but I am at this point Friday asleep.]

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[realmrsreynolds]

"I have a day job still at home, but it has its rewards, being here.

"Should I get a drink sent up there?"

[hasthehighground]

He glances down at his mug. "I could do with a fresh coffee, actually," he says, and smiles slightly. "I didn't know the rats served up here."

[realmrsreynolds]

"They don't."

Sallie puts her palms together, slowly raising them apart.



If he's paying attention, Clint would also see the level of coffee in his mug rising.

[hasthehighground]

He notices.

"... I am duly impressed. Ma'am." He lifts the coffee mug to her as an informal acknowledgement.

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie winks. (Clint's kind of cute, really.)

"Call me if you need any sugar, dear. Until next time."

[ooc: fade there maybe? short but sweet...]