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[70_pull_weight]

WHO: Hawkeye and anyone
WHERE: Downtown
WHEN: Late Halloween night.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Someone has to help little old ladies cross the street with all you young whippersnappers running around in your devil masks.
FORMAT: Whatever floats your boat.

Comments

th...this post is so cute, i couldn't resist...

[girlyboywonder]

She'd heard the scream, same as -- as whoever that was with the arrows -- only it'd been less of a dash to help and more of a swing-by-grappling line to see what the issue was. She'd intended to head off the way she'd come when she'd seen it was nothing, only it'd looked like the show wasn't quite over. So it was this particular Robin had ended up staying a while, watching with a little unconstrained amusement from the rooftops.

She almost felt bad for him, really. Little old ladies could be vicious. Not that she had any plans on helping out or anything, she was pretty happy to keep up her stalking/grinning routine from above.

Didn't you *just post* a hiatus?

[70_pull_weight]

Little old ladies were the reason that the phrase 'killing with kindness' existed. It had to be some sort of plot.

Although the offer to move furniture in exchange for homemade banana nut muffins tomorrow morning was tempting.

He could deal without that being shouted from the second floor window as she told him to be careful on the way home, though. Clint turned and waved up at her.

And that's when he saw the girl watching him. Was it a girl? He wasn't sure if you could convince a guy to wear that costume.

As he'd pulled back his cowl to calm the old woman down, the cocked eyebrow look that he was giving the figure was evident.

yes i did. it was *just that cute.* B|

[girlyboywonder]

She'd watched the performance through to the amusing end and had been just about to contentedly take off again, when -- ugh. The old lady had just had to call out one last thing from a higher window and make him look up, hadn't she? Well, it was too late to duck now. That lady had it out for everyone, didn't she?

Carrie paused, ran through a half a dozen possible courses of action, and settled on the most direct. A quick hop took her to the edge of the roof where she caught a precarious perch.

"Gotta watch the older ones, spud," she called, just loud enough to be heard from the street. "Don't know if it's loneliness or what, but they'll keep you years."

I aim to wreck hiatuses.

[70_pull_weight]

"Tell me about it." The hop had convinced him that she wasn't in any danger of falling up there. Talking instead of running was a point in her favor as well, enough that he could take his eyes off her to do what he really wanted to do, which was dig the food out of his quiver before it...

crumbled... and...

Got all over...

"Fuck." He pulled out two arrows and glared at them, as if it was their fault that there was sticky crumbs in the feathers. Rummaging around some more, he came up with a flaky handful of crumbs that the wind blew off his hand. "Dessert. The silent killer."