15557/Sanctum, Sweet Sanctum

Sanctum, Sweet Sanctum
Date of Scene:	05 August 2023
Location:	Greenwich Abode
Synopsis:	Clea invites Clint over to see her new place.
Cast of Characters:	Clea, Clint Barton

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Clea has posed:
Clea had been a bit quiet the last day and a half. Which wasn't a bad thing. She'd just been busy with a few things and wanted to actually make a surprise of showing her apartment to Clint. The white haired Faltine had texted the archer around seven in the evening to see if he could meet her at the address she attached. It wasn't like Clea was going to ambush him.

Clint might tell that it is indeed a new place. One of the Brownstones that was lacking TLC had been fixed up magically and well, the only thing left to do was head inside.

Up the stairs is the door into the living areas and it opens for Clint. Probably some sort of magic that Clea's done to it to recognize him.

Clint Barton has posed:
    Clint's heavy footfalls up the stairs along with the creaking of the wood were probably broadcasted through out the old brownstone building. He was about to knock on the door when it opened for him. "Oh... well okay then." He slipped in.

    As he entered the living area, his blue eyes glanced around. Bottom lip bit, He moves over to some old looking vase, touches it. It starts to tumble over but thankfully Hawkeye is quick enough to catch it and place it back in the right position. "This is pretty nice." He looks around some more but doesn't venture far, waiting instead for the home owner.

Clea has posed:
"It can be fixed if you break it, Clint." Clea's voice seems to be filled with warmth and a bit of teasing as she comes from the way the kitchen was. The woman was dressed in her summery robes in differing shades of purple. Given the floor was free of obstacles she didn't have shoes on. "Did you have any trouble finding it?" the woman asks as she approaches him.

"I figured you could be the first to see how everything came out. Took me a little time for them to agree to selling it, but...I think they will be happy with the deal." she grins to that. "Is it too much purple?" she asks him.

Given his suit was partially purple she was guessing he'd not be against it. She then reaches out to give his arm a squeeze, "I ordered Chinese for dinner, I hope that is alright?" she asks him.

Clint Barton has posed:
    Clint turns towards Clea's voice, a smile coming to his features even as she razzes him a bit. "No... no trouble." He offers, "The address was right and everything. They couldn't have sold to a better person. You'll take care of it well."

    As she approaches him, he helps close the distance. At the question of too much purple of course Clint shakes his head. "You, me, and Kate will never have enough purple. And if it wasn't purple I'd be seriously concerned... in fact I think you could even add some." He joshes with the last bit. As she grabs his arm and give a squeeze, he moves in and wraps his arms around her, bringing her in for an embrace. "Chinese sounds great... show me around."

Clea has posed:
Clea smiles at his comment on purple, "Hulk is into purple as well." she tells him with a grin. "Or well, his shorts were purple for a while." she shrugs. "How is Kate by the way?" she asks him. When he pulls her in for a hug she doesn't have a problem with slipping her arms around him and returning it.

Then she pulls back a little and there is a smile, "This is the main living areas. Living room, dining and things. I'm guessing it's not one of the traditional set ups for a home." she admits to that as she starts to guide him.

Clint Barton has posed:
    "I don't know, I think she's been off doing something." Clint says regarding Kate, "If she's in trouble I'll know about it." Which seemed more like a way to convince himself that he didn't have to worry about his protege and less an explanation to Clea.

    "Yeah it's not big, nothing in New York is but this is really homely and rustic. I like it. Very Americana with that Victorian vibe." He moves along with her, arm still well around her person as she guides him.

Clea has posed:
"As young ladies are want to do." Clea tells him with a soft smile. She was young once, but she didn't get to leave. "I don't think I wanted one of those big empty apartments on the top floor of some high rise. I can do fine just here. It's a step out on my own for once." she nods to that.

"And obviously I can have guests." she smiles to that. She leads him through the kitchen and shows him things. The dining room and then she comes to a stop for a moment and then looks to one of the tapestries on the wall, "This way." she grins to him.