[ 07 | video ]

[onsilksheets]

[The broadcast begins mid-sentence, the video at a funny angle, as though the comm device has been physically tossed aside. Please ignore the dusting of something over the image. There's a slightly scruffy blonde man standing there, near a bowl, and his head is bent over something...]

--got a damn eggshell in there, hold on.

[Beside him is a brunette with slight bed-hair and pursed lips.]

Don't take it out with your fingers. Use a spoon.

You're acting like I was going to use my hand. So now I am.

[He slowly starts to put his hand in the bowl...]

I don't know where those fingers have been. [Except she has. And she's keeping it to herself.]

You do it, then.

[It's about that time that he knocks into the device again. Hawkward.]

Did you turn the thing on?

[A look of confusion crosses her face before she realises what he meant.]

No, I didn't. At least I don't think I did. [A pause.]

...

[He picks it up and looks directly into the device's camera.]

She can't cook.

You'll pay for this later, Barton.

[With an indignant huff, she cuts the feed.]


[ooc; Clint is red, Bela is green. Feel free to see them in the galley-type-area or give them a little hell.]

Comments

[onsilksheets]

I think Francis may have had a crush on me.

[bring_em_down]

I'm pretty sure anyone would.

[...Yep. Grinning.]

[onsilksheets]

That's a given, Clint. I'm incredibly attractive.

[Smug.]

[bring_em_down]

You are. And you have that air of mystery.

[onsilksheets]

In short, I am amazing. But thank you.

[bring_em_down]

Damn. You already knew, huh?

[onsilksheets]

Known it for a while now, Clint. Though I wouldn't sell you short either. You're incredible.

[bring_em_down]

I'm just a good shot.

[onsilksheets]

You're more than that. You're good for me.

[bring_em_down]

It's not like I tried to be. Just kinda happened.

[onsilksheets]

I don't think either of us expected for this to happen. But I don't regret a single moment of it.

[bring_em_down]

I made out like a bandit, here.

[onsilksheets]

What makes you say that?

[bring_em_down]

Because I got the sweet end of the deal. You're amazing.

[And getting a kiss.]

[onsilksheets]

[Don't mind Bela as she keeps the kiss going for a little while longer, threading her fingers into his hair. Why so sweet, Clint?]

[bring_em_down]

[Because she's awesome, that's why.]

[onsilksheets]

[Bela pulls back from the kiss to look at him, a soft smile touching her lips.]

I love you, you know that?

[bring_em_down]

I know. I'm a lucky guy.

[onsilksheets]

I feel lucky having you too. I can't believe it sometimes.

[bring_em_down]

[Now he's grinning.] I try not to think about it too much.

[onsilksheets]

Maybe I shouldn't do it either. Just go with the flow.

[bring_em_down]

That's the best idea, yeah. Otherwise we'll overthink it.

[onsilksheets]

I just don't want to screw this up. [Because while she does care about him a lot, this relationship thing was new to Bela.] That requires a little bit of thinking.

[bring_em_down]

I'm just as likely to screw up. We'll make it work.

[onsilksheets]

It's worked this long already. [A touch to his cheek.] But right now, I think we should focus on the pancakes before they burn.