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[isawallflower]

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anonymous: panthera, aed
retired: gflynn (anon)

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[isawallflower]

[ Riley almost offers a weak laugh at the thought of her superintendent chasing a piece of trash down the street. Almost. ]

Youuu don't really have to, uhm, you knooow, apologize, we're all just kinda...trying to do our own things. [ What's with him being so responsible? Responsible adults, Riley doesn't know how to deal with them. ] I'm—

[ What's the right thing to say here? What if he saw what Aunamee said? What if... ]

...I'm doing fine. Just, you know. Readjusting. Also from the— the other world, you know. [ Quickly, she asks: ] You, um, you sure you don't want your umbrella back, you're getting really wet.

[coffeepots]

[Perhaps to Riley's relief, Clint has more or less spent the last few weeks in a stupor. Browsing the not-Internet was hardly a thought that came to mind--for God's sake, the man still used a pager to get notified of anything happening with the Avengers.

Clint lets out a small laugh, running a clawed hand through his soaked fur.]

No, no--seriously, it's fine! I can just shake it off--watch--

[He takes small step back and, as promised, just...shakes off the water droplets like a mangy, two-legged dog. Not that it accomplishes much, since it's still raining, and it really only serves to accidentally fling some water into Riley's nest. Clint gives her a lopsided grin.]

So...how long are you thinkin' about staying up here? An hour? A day? Forever? I gotta know if you're ditching your floor-mates and if I can start clearing out your apartment.

[He keeps his tone joking and light-hearted. It's the only thing he knows how to do.]

[isawallflower]

[ It's goodnatured enough, but still Riley flushes and shifts a little, to try and brush some water off her feathers and blankets and logs. ]

Um— no, I can...actually clean all this up, if you'd prefer. I didn't even mean to, it just sort of...happened. Wouldn't want to...you know, make things weird at your next barbeque.

[ Particularly since she's pretty sure she will not be attending. ]