kate bishop (nothawkette) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-03-09 18:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, clint barton, kate bishop |
Who: Clint & Kate
What: WTF
When: 2/21; morning [backdate]
Where: Room 104
Status: Complete.
Warnings: nsfw-ish. idk. Not like that. Don't be gross.
The hotel had given them a few strange surprises over the last few months, but none of them had ever been intrusive. At least, they weren’t for her. If anything, getting shoved out of the hotel had been the one worst thing that could have happened. That was until the barking started. Kate instinctively sat up in her bed, pulling a taser out from beside her and pointing it in the direction of the noise. Lucky had backed up enough to bump into Clint’s bed and then hopped forward a bit, sounding his alarm again at the offending thing. She couldn’t tell what it was, still half asleep, but ready. But it was on the floor and buzzing? Hadn’t they put the basket in the closet? The closet was closed. “It’s too early,” she whined. --- Whining wasn’t going to do it. Neither was barking, really. Clint could kinda hear that, a little bit. But in the same way you maybe heard the alarm clock going off while dreaming: not really. What really got him up enough to notice the ongoings of the room though was when Lucky bumped into his bed. That got Clint at least half sitting and squinting down and then across the room at Kate. Who also seemed to be somewhat awake, although who knew at what cost. “Whuzat?” --- Kate took another look at whatever it was before turning the light on to illuminate...what looked like a squirrel? That hadn’t been in the basket, had it? Is this a thing that Clint had taken out and forgot to put away? She didn’t know. But she did grab a kleenex before picking it up and turning it off. Lucky was still barking at it until she put it on the nightstand and gestured vaguely at Clint, facing him so he could read her lips. “This yours?” She didn’t really want to know, but if it was, she wanted him to put it away so she could stop thinking about whatever the hell he was doing with it and why it was out and about in their room. --- Is this yours, she asked, as if Clint was just in the habit of fucking around with weird looking vibrators whilst sharing a room with his nine year old not sidekick. And then keeping them in spaces that his dog could get into. “Really?” He asked, and signed at the same time. Because honestly. Just honestly. Rude. -- “I don’t know. It’s not mine.” They hadn’t officially divvied up the goods in the basket, because that was a conversation neither of them wanted to have. And Kate was sure she hadn’t left it out...because she definitely hadn’t used it. “Or this could be another gift from the hotel.” And by the looks of it, it looked like it was definitely more suited for a woman. “Why is it like this?” She picked it up and threw it into the closet where they’d stored the rest of the toys from Valentine’s Day. She really needed to give them to someone, because it wasn’t like she’d ever have the privacy to actually use any. The fact that the hotel was picking up on her sexual frustration was an issue, especially if it was going to be giving her little gifts like this. --- Maybe they hadn’t fully divvied up that basket but Clint had taken and used some of it and it wasn’t any of Kate’s business what was going on in his nightstand drawer, thank you very much. But, as it was, that was not his toy. It didn’t matter if it looked like it was for a man or a woman so much as the fact that Clint had a very strict rule about not owning sex toys that were even remotely animal shaped. It was weird. He didn’t like it. Didn’t want a squirrel, squid, dolphin or anything else near his private bits, thank you very much. “Stop asking for weird stuff,” he said, even though he knew it didn’t work that way. -- Kate did not want to know or ask about it. She hadn’t gone through it herself, mostly avoiding the room for the entirety of that day. And there would be horror if she ever had a need to go through his nightstand drawer. It wouldn’t be judgment. Just horror. “I didn’t ask for that,” she argued back, before turning to him and signing it out pointedly. Why would she even want a squirrel? If she was into cute animal things, she didn’t exactly want to use them in that capacity. What if the hotel was telling her she’d be single forever? Could it do that? She wasn’t particularly looking for a relationship, but it would have definitely helped to pass the time. “Well, I’m already up. I might as well go get some coffee.” Anything to keep her mind off the really weird-ass start to their morning. She slipped her feet into her slippers and sighed. --- Sure, he signed right back, looking deadpan as he did so. But now it was out of sight out of mind, he was ready to forget it ever existed. Even if Lucky sort of looked like he had been denied a new chew toy. Not that he didn’t have enough toys --one of their favorite games was Hotel Hallways Ball Fetch but Clint really didn’t want to replace that with a vibrator. “I could do coffee,” he decided after a beat, reaching over for his ears and debating whether or not he cared if someone saw him in his pajamas. Because yeah they had a coffee maker in the room, but it was better from the kitchen, somehow. -- Kate had no issues with people seeing her in her PJs, but she was treating the hotel more like a dorm than a commercial facility full of strangers. That kind of happened when you lived someplace for a month in an assigned room with another person and couldn’t really put in to move. They were now her family, although mostly extended and not immediate, so you just didn’t much care what they thought. That and she had nothing offensive on at the moment. Lucky saw her moving toward the door and stood up immediately ready to go. Coffee was usually followed by walkies and he could get behind that. The coffee maker in the room was fine, but she wanted to not be in the room where they just had a really awkward conversation about a sex toy, then return later like it never happened. She opened the door and Lucky zoomed out down the hall before coming back to sit and wait outside the door. “You feeling like pancakes?” -- “I’m always feeling pancakes,” Clint said, like it was obvious, offering that weird little squirrel one more awkward glance while he tied his purple chuck taylors up and then went to catch up with Lucky who was, in fact, a very good boy. “...Does this mean you want me to make pancakes?” Probably. |