Clint Barton Is Eating Crow Again (purpleman) wrote in angellogs, @ 2017-10-27 17:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | balthier, basch fon ronsenberg, noah fon ronsenburg |
Who: Noah, Balthier, Basch, Clint [Open to Assassin / Clint Barton’s contacts]
When: Current
Where: Gatehouse at Craigcrook Castle, Edinburgh
What: Noah’s got an open invitation to Clint to come on over to eat and relax. The stress from ‘bizarre blob ate my friend’ isn’t something he can cure, but when Scotland merely has loud nesting giant birds, it’s comparatively quiet. The plan is dinner and peace. Not a terrible thing, when there’s wobbly weird monsters out there.
Rating/Warnings:
Status: In progress
The gatehouse was remodelled in a sort of Craftsman style, and the kitchen’s done in white penny tile and green. Between the china (an eclectic mix of 60’s and 70’s era stuff that was picked because it made one of them smile) and the curtains drawn in a bit due to the rain outside, it’s pretty bright and cheerful in the kitchen right now.
Noah opens up the door for Clint. He’s got an apron on, over a sort of nubbly henley shirt, and a pair of jeans with a spattering of paint on one leg. He’s a tall guy (who does look a lot like Thor until you see him up close) with a fair amount of bulk in his shoulders like he wouldn’t be bad with a bow. “Good evening. Mr. Barton, right?”
It’s WEIRD how much the guy resembles Thor and it occurs to Clint that things might get RIDICULOUS later on if he’s able to persuade Thor to swing by for food at least. He makes a mental note NOT to inform Thor how closely they really DO resemble each other and to see his doubletake if both twins show up while he’s around. It’s a bright spot to look forward to that they MIGHT end up needing.
“Hey..” he gives Noah a little nod, shoving his purple helmet-mask thing that actually he started using in the circus, further under his arm and offers a hand. “Yeah, that WOULD be me. And you don’t have a scar and look a lot like Thor, so I’m guessing Noah?” He gestues a bit behind him. “That’s Cupid. He’s good to hang out anywhere at the moment. Keeps me safe in the field.” He nods toward the wires that are snaking around behind one of his ears, tiny, and not noticeable unless he’s really turned his head and bent it like he’s doing now. “Just in case something happens to these. Which probably you should know about anyway if something happens. Not that it will. Uh do you have something wood I can knock on? That’s supposed to be a thing you do to not tempt fate. I don’t know if it works or not…”
“Noah. I’m still getting used to the idea that the first thing isn’t that people assume I’m my twin. Door frame’s wood, I think,” Noah offers with a smile and waves him in. “Table as well and you’d get in. What’s your usual downtime habits? I worked in plate mail, so if you need to peel off some armor and borrow a robe for a bit, it’s more than workable.” There’s some faint music playing from an aggressively brightly colored laptop on the dining room table. The keyboard has a rainbow key protector on it, a hot pink case for the outside, and a few stickers for the top of the case.
Balthier waves and crouches down to smile at Cupid. It looks like he was just filling up a mug when Clint knocked. He looks - less exhausted and rattled compared to the first time Clint met him, but he does look tired. He’s gained a new vest - this one’s a pretty soft looking one in a pumpkinish corduroy.
“Right now?” Clint considers. “I wouldn’t mind getting out of my stuff for a while.” He’s probably also going to need to take care of cleaning off a few spots on his armor skirt. “I’ve got enough that SHOULD get gunk out of the leather if there’s somewhere I can clean things and have it not be completely weird. “ And he’s giving Balthier a wave.
“Hey!” he calls over. “How’s this treating YOU? Actually both of you.” he nods back at Noah. “I think you had a good idea setting this up. And i can help with...just about whatever.”
Balthier grins. “Let me tell Basch that we’ve got people here, and I can point you at the bath? It’s got tile, and you could wash up a bit.” He takes a sip from his mug and offers his hand. “Feel up to helping make a tray of food? We were talking about something simmering on the stove or roasting, and probably some rolls on the side.” He’s kind of evading the exact - how things are for now. Better to work on things that are easier to work on, right?
“I can definitely do that.” Clint agrees. “It’ll be nice. I think I might have squinted a little too much setting up some shots earlier. Something I’m not hyper focused on should help. “ He doesn’t want to end up with eyestrain outside of shooting, after all. It’d just become a big pain later and he doesn’t want to have to deal with needing to pick out prescription goggles or something like that. He’s fine with the idea of eventually needing to pick up glasses for, say, reading or something, but his mind can’t justify having to shoot in something like that, even though he’d adjust. Luckily he isn’t THAT old yet at least.
On the other hand, he’s hanging out and cooking, which is kind of a, weirdly, it feels like a domestic thing to be doing. He’s sort of mentally adjusted to doing that to survive, sure, but the idea cracks him up sometimes, when he’s alone. “Punching dough might not be a bad idea. My fingers would probably love the chance to move around a little more.” Flexibility, right? “...actually on that note, maybe if Strange turns up and nothing’s bugging him today, it’d be a suggestion, right?”
[Music is probably a mess of stuff off of YouTube. Sample track might be this. English lyrics for the first song are available if you turn on closed captioning for this.]