Clint was all for letting things happen naturally. He was all for Bruce and Phil taking their sweet-ass time with everything just like he was sure he was going to have too. He felt the sudden need to dial down on the smiling because he was sure he was smiling like a dumbass right about now.
But he didn't feel like it.
The archer tried not to laugh as loud as he could when Phil spoke, giving a little shrug. "Well, that's true. But then again...nothing tops it like when I'm there. Even if I was kinda bad at it." Mostly in the beginning. Clint was proud of himself to be able to open up to Phil the way he had. To be given the chance to open up to Bruce as well. He never truly considered himself a 'kept man' until he had gotten to Arkham and had a taste of what that could off.
Even if it did involve two people. And even though people in this place would typically find it odd. Clint said 'screw 'em'. There wasn't very many things that made him happy. Bruce and Phil? Mentioning either of them was a sure fire way to get him smiling. "She's my baby...I won her in a poker game while we were in Egypt." Clint pointed out with a matter-of-factly tone in his voice. He was proud of his little chicken. Unconventional pet and all. He'd wanted some sort of pet since he was a kid -- it figured it'd be something weird like a chicken.
"All the best memories are made when you're on the run from a secret government organization." Clint felt like he needed to point that out for a moment as he leaned forward a bit, against Bruce. "I finally mastered killing people with my thighs. That's a memory to tell the grandchildren." He chuckled a bit before invading Bruce's space a bit, pressing his lips against the doctor's. He broke the kiss before turning his head towards Phil's, giving his boss a wink before kissing him.
Just call Clint Cupid...he was sure Hulk did. He broke the kiss with Phil before sliding his hands up both men's arms to the back of their necks. He started moving their head's closer together. He was tempted to shout out 'NOW KISS', but figured it'd be somewhat inappropriate.
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Date: 2012-10-02 08:36 am (UTC)But he didn't feel like it.
The archer tried not to laugh as loud as he could when Phil spoke, giving a little shrug. "Well, that's true. But then again...nothing tops it like when I'm there. Even if I was kinda bad at it." Mostly in the beginning. Clint was proud of himself to be able to open up to Phil the way he had. To be given the chance to open up to Bruce as well. He never truly considered himself a 'kept man' until he had gotten to Arkham and had a taste of what that could off.
Even if it did involve two people. And even though people in this place would typically find it odd. Clint said 'screw 'em'. There wasn't very many things that made him happy. Bruce and Phil? Mentioning either of them was a sure fire way to get him smiling. "She's my baby...I won her in a poker game while we were in Egypt." Clint pointed out with a matter-of-factly tone in his voice. He was proud of his little chicken. Unconventional pet and all. He'd wanted some sort of pet since he was a kid -- it figured it'd be something weird like a chicken.
"All the best memories are made when you're on the run from a secret government organization." Clint felt like he needed to point that out for a moment as he leaned forward a bit, against Bruce. "I finally mastered killing people with my thighs. That's a memory to tell the grandchildren." He chuckled a bit before invading Bruce's space a bit, pressing his lips against the doctor's. He broke the kiss before turning his head towards Phil's, giving his boss a wink before kissing him.
Just call Clint Cupid...he was sure Hulk did. He broke the kiss with Phil before sliding his hands up both men's arms to the back of their necks. He started moving their head's closer together. He was tempted to shout out 'NOW KISS', but figured it'd be somewhat inappropriate.