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Clint Barton is going back to bed. (today_sucks) wrote in snapthread,

And oh boy, Sam could not have picked a better person to ask about coffee.

Clint was carrying a little bucket of water in one hand and as ever, had his bow and quiver strapped across his back. He hadn't needed to shoot at anything since he'd arrived beyond some animals for dinner, but that didn't mean he wasn't forever ready. His bow may as well have been a comfort blanket, especially in a place like this.

"Coffee?" He asked, perking up a little, despite the fact that this guy was a very tall perfect stranger he didn't know from Adam. That seemed to be a pretty common theme these days, anyway. "Oh. Man. Dude. I know exactly where you can get coffee. From the coffee shop. Well, my coffee shop. Well, my and my friend Kate. But I dunno where she is. Probably not the point. C'mon, I'll make you a cup."

The longer he stayed here the worse he got at basic social interaction, apparently.