[ Barbie grabs the clothes with a quick thank you, scrambling to put them on because she feels a little strange about waking up in his bathtub. this is a first for her, and if not for Clint being so understanding, she'd feel a lot worse about it.]
Oh, yes. Thanks to you.
[ once she has his clothes on and her hair tied back, she gathers up her things and wanders out into the living room.]
I'm...not sure how badly I embarrassed myself last night. I'm pretty sure I don't want to know.
[ any other time and Barbie might tease that she's a grown woman, but that one-word question only sounds like relief. she'd rather be cute than someone who makes him uncomfortable, or upset, or who embarrasses the people around her.
she's quick to follow the coffee, moving over to the island and leaning forward against it.]
Yeah, like endearing? Heartwarming? Nothing to be embarrassed about, I promise I would tell you if you embarrassed yourself. Everyone really liked you.
[ Including Clint. He'd really enjoyed talking to Barbie last night. ]
Sure. If you change your mind, though.
[ He plates up their breakfast and heads to the fridge. ]
I'm glad it wasn't anything too crazy. I didn't mention the doll thing, did I?
[ she feels like she probably did, and while it sounds ridiculous to say I used to be a doll but I'm human now, they might have thought she was kidding.
oh, or maybe they thought it was a metaphor! she can work with that.]
...Hot sauce?
[ it's the question of someone who's never had hot sauce at breakfast before.]
Oh, you totally mentioned the doll thing, but everyone that was here has experienced some pretty weird shit, so it’s fine.
[ Clint sets the bottle of sriracha down in front of her and shrugs. ] Some people like a little spice with their food. Feel free to try it, but don’t overdo it because you might not like it.
[ she's going to have to take his word for it, and she trusts Clint would tell her if it really was a disaster. it's actually kind of nice to have that not be a big deal for some people.
she brightens as she opens up the bottle, getting a sense of the spice just in how it smells. she thinks she might like it? she definitely wants to try it - new things have basically become her thing.
she adds a little to her plate and smiles.]
You know you didn't have to do this. It's really nice, though.
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[ Barbie grabs the clothes with a quick thank you, scrambling to put them on because she feels a little strange about waking up in his bathtub. this is a first for her, and if not for Clint being so understanding, she'd feel a lot worse about it.]
Oh, yes. Thanks to you.
[ once she has his clothes on and her hair tied back, she gathers up her things and wanders out into the living room.]
I'm...not sure how badly I embarrassed myself last night. I'm pretty sure I don't want to know.
[ because it's already pretty bad in her head.]
But I'm sorry if I ruined your night.
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Nothing to be embarrassed about. You were cute, more than anything.
[ He pours a cup of coffee for her and sets it on the island that separates his small kitchen from the rest of the loft. ]
But the Sunday scaries are a real thing, so if you want, I can tell you what I remember about last night.
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[ any other time and Barbie might tease that she's a grown woman, but that one-word question only sounds like relief. she'd rather be cute than someone who makes him uncomfortable, or upset, or who embarrasses the people around her.
she's quick to follow the coffee, moving over to the island and leaning forward against it.]
I guess I'm better off knowing, right?
[ just in case this ever comes up again.]
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[ Including Clint. He'd really enjoyed talking to Barbie last night. ]
Sure. If you change your mind, though.
[ He plates up their breakfast and heads to the fridge. ]
You want some hot sauce?
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[ she feels like she probably did, and while it sounds ridiculous to say I used to be a doll but I'm human now, they might have thought she was kidding.
oh, or maybe they thought it was a metaphor! she can work with that.]
...Hot sauce?
[ it's the question of someone who's never had hot sauce at breakfast before.]
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[ Clint sets the bottle of sriracha down in front of her and shrugs. ] Some people like a little spice with their food. Feel free to try it, but don’t overdo it because you might not like it.
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[ she's going to have to take his word for it, and she trusts Clint would tell her if it really was a disaster. it's actually kind of nice to have that not be a big deal for some people.
she brightens as she opens up the bottle, getting a sense of the spice just in how it smells. she thinks she might like it? she definitely wants to try it - new things have basically become her thing.
she adds a little to her plate and smiles.]
You know you didn't have to do this. It's really nice, though.