[ he says with a wave of his fingers. he rustles and shifts and goes into his pocket and produces a sharpie. it's like he had it with him at-ready for such an occasion.
he scoots closer to her, beckoning that she leans in. ]
[what the heck is the reflective thing] So like, should we be discussing how legally ambiguous we're thinking about getting over the comms? I mean I'm all for it but they might have a buzzword search on or something, NSA style.
Proooobably not. I mean, is it legally ambiguous if we're seeking out legal means to be legally ambiguous? But if you can get to Heropa for further discussions, you can meet my very cute dog.
[ she's looking at him like he's going to do something (probably because he is going to do something), but he takes his time, looking thoughtful on what to put. he taps the base of the sharpie against his chin. ]
A make-shift book stand may be in order. A library of subjects await, Kate Bishop!
[ he waves the marker in the air dramatically before he starts sketching "get well, Kate" (in decent signed, very nice looking script) in the middle of the cast. ]
Yeah, totally valid. [What would Kate Bishop be without a bow and a quiver full of arrows?
Well, she'd find another way to be a pest, but she'd be very grumpy about the whole ordeal.]
I almost broke my arm in LA, but it didn't take. I got lucky. I really was overdue. [LA with a broken arm would be way worse than here with a broken arm.]
Yeah, that's one of the rules. Nothing lewd. Surely you can handle it, can't you? [Kate has zero qualms in smacking someone off from doing it. She watched Loki like a hawk (ha ha) while he scribbled his name.
Kate's carefully guarding her arm. This is serious business!!]
I'm pretty sure, from my extensive knowledge of hair dyes if nothing else, that I could find you a pack of coloring pen exclusively in an array of purples. Possibly fuchsia. A really ... questionable gray-lilac number.
Fine. No dicks. But then I'm putting seriously awful puns all over there instead, you gotta give me some leeway. [wally its actually her arm she don't gotta do nothin] What's your house number? I'm on my way.
[And then it's America who she calls, as she didn't want to worry anyone else. Kate felt like America was the one who would least respond with ... excessive worry over everything she got into.
It's an apartment. The front door is usually illogically open, so just come up and knock on [ unit number here ]. We're a little away from all the Herop...an residences. [Which is definitely on purpose.]
Being leader means that I don't make you guys worry about me. [Okay, Kate knows this logic is stupid. She knows it, but she's saying it anyway so he knows where she came up with that idea in the first place.]
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