There's a quiet clatter as Clint shifts, a bottle of clear falling over, though it thankfully doesn't take anything with it. He reappears from the shadows, climbing back out of the shelf. "That was a lot more comfortable than I was expecting," he half jokes.
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Date: 2017-02-18 04:49 am (UTC)