"Aw, Lucky…" Clint leaned down, hand running along the dog’s back.
"I missed you, pup."
Kate stood back, leaning against the car she’d driven back, trying to suppress the grin that spread across her face as Lucky jumped up to Clint with his tongue out.
"Good to see you boys happy."
"So I heard you were worried about never getting your dog back."
"Oh, right, journey of self-discovery stuff. But we can get away from satan cat for a while."
"I don’t know that self-discovery was really in the plan, but it happened anyway. Hard. I guess that’s just a part of the metaphor that is Los Angeles. Whatever, though. Let’s get out of here."
Are you and rulerofatlantis a couple?
If by that you mean “is rulerofatlantis’ writer your butt?’ then yes, he is my butt.
"I can get you out of here in a moment, you know. This floor looks great for stomping."
"On the one hand, I need to get back, but on the other, I kinda feel like I need to get there on my own, y’know? Quick vacation to an alternate beach dimension where there isn’t a satan cat present?"
Felt like sharing a munday pic so here’s a throwback to when thislooksunjoyous and I met Fraction a month back at SDCC. I’d also share that time Chip Zdarsky made a disgustingly skeevy situation a thousand times better, but I think that’s on Donnie’s phone
"Princess, you look a mess."
"Anyone ever mention how much LA sucks compared to the city? Well I am. Right now."
Clint made a face at her intrusion, reaching up and pushing her hand out of the way. It wasn’t like watching the cartoon had been easy in the first place—now Kate was making it damn near impossible. He looked up at her, biting his lip and shaking his head.
"What’re you even doing here, Katie?"
Okay fine, she pulled her hand back, folding her arms across her chest in the same obstinate motion. She didn’t know what to think, but despite herself, she was concerned, and that sucked because she also fought with the nagging thought that maybe after the summer, she didn’t have that right at the moment.
"I guess I don’t really know. Maybe I missed you, maybe that was dumb and maybe I should have just called up Billy for coffee and sent you a text saying ‘Yo I’m back.’ So… yo, I’m back. I’ll leave you alone."
"Well, lets go now then. Let me get my bike and I’ll meet you there—unless you need a ride. And this place better live up to it’s hype, otherwise it’s on you."
"See, now you’re judging New York pizza and we’re right back to where we started. And I’ve got a ride, but it’s purple and wonderfully bulbous, and I’m just kind of always up for a bike ride. Unless you’re asking me to ride on the pegs of your bicycle…"