25 Unicorn Street, Sunday

[so_hawkward]

For the most part, Clint had behaved himself this past week. Sure, he had some scratches and bruises, but he didn't break anything and he had a lot more information about fighting weird creatures now. If New York was ever invaded by trolls or monkeyponies, he'd be like an expert. An expert no one would believe, but still, he'd get to play a mean game of 'I told you so' in the end.

Now, he was taking a well-deserved rest. He had a new episode of Dog Cops to watch, Lucky perched on one side of him on the couch, and Kitty on his lap. He'd been hoping her whole baby lion thing would have ended yesterday when the rest of the weird stuff seemed to stop, but he wasn't worried too much yet.

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