abigailknightly (abigailknightly) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2016-03-31 20:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, ~abigail knightly, ~clint barton, ~ernest hemingway |
Who: Clint, Abi, Hemingway and Charlie
Where: Casa Del Knightly
When: 5.30pm, Thursday
What: Dinner as a family
Rating: Low most likely.
Open: No
"Hemingway!" she almost yelled down the hall as she brushed Charlie's bright blonde hair, even though it stuck up every which way. "Hemingway, turn off the music! Clint'll be here any second!" She did up Charlie's shoelace and before she had even stood up, he had shot off like a bullet in search of something or other. "Stay away from the kitchen, Charlie..." she called after him.
"Okay Mama!" he called back, almost out of sight. Abi figured he was going to grab his favourite toys to show Clint almost as soon as he would get through the door. Charlie had a new favourite thing nearly every day so she had no idea what it would be, though there was a suspicion in her mind that it'd end up being his Nerf gun. Clint usually was associated with toys that broke things.
Abi, dressed in a cotton sundress and cardigan in pale blue, padded through to the kitchen to check on dinner. She had bought bread from the bakery and good butter for it too, but there was still steak and vegetables to steam for the main course when Clint got there. She hoped, now that things were settling down, that they could build up a proper relationship for Charlie's sake.
"Hemingway?!" she called again, taking a larger than necessary swig of beer.