Clint Barton is going back to bed. (today_sucks) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2017-10-23 17:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | clint barton, james sirius potter ii |
Who: Clint Barton and James Potter the Second, Esquire
What: Potioneering
Where: Jamie’s place
When: late late late
Rating: who knows
Okay, so, like, maybe Clint hadn’t exactly been awake when Jamie had texted asking if he was. Or, well, he had woken up to the vibrating flash of his phone and had decided to answer it instead of rolling back over (on his couch, where he slept more often than his bed, even though it was less comfortable and spacious) and going back to sleep. So in a way, he was kind of awake.
And anyway, while Jamie apparently tended to go on stints of not sleeping, Clint was something of the opposite. He slept a lot. Probably too much. He wouldn’t call it a past time, but it might as well have been one for how much he camped out on his couch and pretended the rest of the world didn’t exist. …Point was, he was up now, and since he’d already slept half the day, it wasn’t much of a hardship staying up, and encouraging Lucky off the other end of the couch and out the door.
He remembered his hearing aids and pants, but had not thought to bother with fixing his hair from the stuck up mess that it had become. His own reflection in the window had not stopped him from walking into a twenty four hour gas station and buying the cheapest and largest coffee that was purchasable. The coffee was sickly sweet and boasted being a cappuccino which was well a lie, but Clint was pretty sure he loved it anyway, and he drank it with zero abandon despite the fact that it was possibly still boiling some few blocks later when he parked his car.
“I’m hoommee!” He called out in his very best Ricky Ricardo voice, opening up the door to let a very curious Lucky sniff his way into the apartment.