"You need competition like a hole in the head. I half-expect you to shoot your arrow through the middle of mine, even if I miss the target entirely." If anyone could pull off something that difficult and ridiculous, it was Clint. "When we're both healed up, though I think you're going to be okayed before I am." Honestly, Phil was just looking forward to when he will just be stiff. Won't that be nice?
"I do so love your dulcet tones. Do you think you could sing for me later? It would just make my day." He smiled. "You can't think of a single thing that we can do that won't injure either of us?" Actually, Phil was coming up pretty blank himself. Netflix was about the only think keeping him from complete madness. He's caught up on the last five years of television and counting.
He sighed. "Maybe we can just stare at the wall until we pass out."
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Date: 2012-05-23 05:54 am (UTC)"I do so love your dulcet tones. Do you think you could sing for me later? It would just make my day." He smiled. "You can't think of a single thing that we can do that won't injure either of us?" Actually, Phil was coming up pretty blank himself. Netflix was about the only think keeping him from complete madness. He's caught up on the last five years of television and counting.
He sighed. "Maybe we can just stare at the wall until we pass out."