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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.]

Comments

[katyafeline]

"I would not say no - whatever started this is... prolific." It's entirely possible she plans on making a pit full of these creatures. And she's going to drop Anton into it.

Possibly repeatedly. It'll be therapeutic.

[hasthehighground]

Clint nods, standing easily and snagging the empty backpack.

He gives Natasha a listening look -- he doesn't even ask a question (you coming with, or should I meet you later?) because from his point of view it doesn't need asking.

[redintheledger]

She glances back at Clint and nods just enough to say she's acknowledged.

"I should probably grab something to eat," she says, addressing the comment to Katya. "But if I run across any toys, I'll come find you?"

[katyafeline]

Da, spasiba - they are like ants. If you don't keep after them, they go from being mildly annoying to taking over the pantry. So to speak." It's another analogy that doesn't quite work right, but it's close enough. Besides, the toys do go squish if you swat them hard enough.