Oh, it was a terrible toy. But it was still of Clint, which meant that it was a little bit cool while being terrible. And it also meant that somewhere in this store there were other figures hanging around, probably. He could get a whole set if he felt like it.
But maybe not. That'd ruin how this one was special and how Bucky totally had found it and wanted it just because it was Clint. Even if it did have enormous feet and hands. Just bad proportion in general, really. But that was what kids toys were about, he supposed.
The flirting though, that was -- yeah. He could get behind that. Especially because Bucky blushed cutely. "Yeah?" he signed it, because there was no better way to bring attention to his hands than to talk with them. "I like your face."