25 Unicorn Street, Sunday Morning

[so_hawkward]

Typically, Clint got up at a decent hour on Sundays to try to get things done, but that wasn't going to happen today. Today, he was celebrating the end of the ghost weirdness waking up and not moving. He had Kitty in his bed, Lucky and Rook resting somewhere nearby, and there were no less than four bandages on his body. All was right with the world, and there was no reason to change that quickly.

[For Kitty!]

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[throughaphase]

"Oh, that explains everything," Kitty teased. "Wait, does that mean I'm going to use up all my badass in a few years?"

[so_hawkward]

Clint pretended to think about it for a few moments and shook his head. "Nah, I probably just got a late start. I genuinely cannot imagine you not being badass. I'm trying to picture you being old and... nope, still cool."

[throughaphase]

"Bet I could do some real damage with a walker in a fight," Kitty mused.

[so_hawkward]

"Oh, I think your sciency types will have you in something way cooler than a walker by the time you get old enough to need one," Clint said. "But no one's going to want to mess with you either way."

[throughaphase]

"I could run someone over with my motorized wheelchair? I should not be having fun coming up with ideas about this," Kitty said, probably proving that 'no one would want to mess with her' point.

[so_hawkward]

"I don't think there's anything wrong with coming up with ideas about this. You're planning for the future. Isn't that something responsible people do?" Clint asked.

[throughaphase]

"You know, if I were a more insecure person I'd probably take this as the opportunity to be all 'Where do you see this going?' or 'Where do you see yourself in five years?'" Kitty teased. "You're so lucky."

[so_hawkward]

"I know I'm lucky. And for the record, I'm going to be racing you in that wheelchair," Clint said. "Mine's going to be perfectly aerodynamic."

[throughaphase]

She definitely smiled at hearing that, aww. "Why, will you have lost all your hair by then?"

It was easier to joke when she'd seen him old.

[so_hawkward]

"Absolutely not," Clint said, running his hands over his hair. "My hair is always going to be perfect. I mean, if I still have it... what was that, 20 years from now? I'll be all set."

[throughaphase]

"You are still hot in twenty years," she agreed.