Clint Barton likes to keep a full (quiver) wrote in rooms,
Re: Quicklog: Bobbi and Clint at Bobbi's apartment
[Bobbi had that sort of energy that was, in a word, addictive. It was an odd contrast against his own way of living, a little slower, a little more laid back, with energy conserved for when he actually needed it, but they were opposites in a lot of ways. She still made him smile, though, even when he didn't want to.
There was a smirk when the dogs trotted out with treats, and he had to shake his head at the pair of them just before Bobbi re-emerged with food and drink. He was just reaching up to take his drink from her when the world went insane with flailing arms.] Whoa, whoa, whoa! [He had to duck to keep from being smacked with one flailing hand, squirreling away into the corner of the couch with one hand raised to cover his head and one leg tucked up near to his chest.]
You just let me know when - uh - that's done. Okay? I'm going to go look for a hard hat or something. [It was said jokingly, the glint in his eyes saying as much, especially considering he didn't move his ass from the couch.]