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]

Kitty was thinking about the same thing, snuggling closer to Clint. "This is too comfortable," she decided.