[log] give me that sportsball I'm gonna throw it in the garbage [closed]

[awwnoun]

Characters: Clint, Natasha, Ecks, Davesprite
Location: Building 124
Date: Day 195, evening
Summary: Introducing: dog!
Warnings: None, at the moment.

124: This house, covered in snow, is dark and cold, but better than outside. The snow presses in on the windows and makes the roof creak and groan whenever it shifts, but it seems to be holding up alright. It's a standard, single-story house with a living room, single bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and dining room. The bedframe has been taken apart, and its pieces arranged neatly from largest to smallest on the floor. The house is sparsely furnished, unfortunately with mostly metal There's a back door leading off into darkness, but it isn't locked. There's a blue smear on the bathroom cabinet. "Hsiaoke Pass" is written in spray paint over the door facing the residential zone, and in sharpie on the back door.

Comments

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite shrugs.]

First thing that came to mind. Who's Maria Hill?

[awwnoun]

She's the director of SHIELD. Or she was, last time I checked. She's a real hard-ass sometimes, but she knows what she's doing. [ He's very fond of Maria, as much as she annoys him sometimes. ] She's a scary woman, too. So congrats on that.

[mrcreamsicles]

[His lip curls.]

Okay, well, I should go put my stuff away somewhere for the night, and then I'm gonna stuff my face with junk food. I can't be a scary hard-ass if I'm doing that.

[awwnoun]

[ Snort. Lucky sits up and gets to tangling himself up in between Clint's legs, and Clint waves Davesprite off with a bit of a smile. ]

It's a compliment, I swear. But yeah - go get settled for the night. We can talk more when you're done chowing down on Cheez-Its.

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite gives him a thumbs up.]

Okay. Talk to you then, Clint.

[And he picks up his stuff to head deeper into the house.]