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sixthiterationlogs2017-11-01 10:50 am
theluckygirl) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-11-01 10:50 am
Entry tags:
some [moose] love stories need a little help
WHO: Claire Temple
WHERE: Mostly in the forest
WHEN: November 1st
OPEN TO: Clint Barton
WARNINGS: Probably some minor cursing, otherwise amusing levels of d'aww for being moose matchmakers
After the week Claire had, she was pretty sure things around the village couldn't get any weirder. It had been two days and shaking off the whole being invisible thing was easier said than done. So, the nurse tried to do normal things. Or, rather normal for where she was which was to find firewood given the snow had already started and likely wouldn't be stopping any time soon.
So, she put on some extra layers and headed out to gather firewood. Only it was a job she wasn't going to be able to do herself so Claire would need to commandeer someone's help. But who? So, she headed towards the inn where there always seemed to be someone looking bored out of their mind.
However, the familiar face up a ways hopefully would agree to help without her having go to the inn and waiting until she was close enough Claire gave a smile in greeting.
"Hey, it's Clint, right?" she asked, stopping a few feet in front of him. "You busy? I could use some help."
WHERE: Mostly in the forest
WHEN: November 1st
OPEN TO: Clint Barton
WARNINGS: Probably some minor cursing, otherwise amusing levels of d'aww for being moose matchmakers
After the week Claire had, she was pretty sure things around the village couldn't get any weirder. It had been two days and shaking off the whole being invisible thing was easier said than done. So, the nurse tried to do normal things. Or, rather normal for where she was which was to find firewood given the snow had already started and likely wouldn't be stopping any time soon.
So, she put on some extra layers and headed out to gather firewood. Only it was a job she wasn't going to be able to do herself so Claire would need to commandeer someone's help. But who? So, she headed towards the inn where there always seemed to be someone looking bored out of their mind.
However, the familiar face up a ways hopefully would agree to help without her having go to the inn and waiting until she was close enough Claire gave a smile in greeting.
"Hey, it's Clint, right?" she asked, stopping a few feet in front of him. "You busy? I could use some help."