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Good Old Family Fun; IC: Eric // ISO: Clint & Irene
Topic Started: Feb 25 2010, 09:31 PM (156 Views)
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Whistling a light happy tune, Erica picked up another worm from the ground, holding it in her hand along with the other six. She had managed to catch her mother just as she had gotten off of the boat, and seeing as how Veronica spent so much time on the mainland, Eric had to make sure and annoy her to death whenever possible. Grinning to herself, Eric skipped merrily over to the log that her mother was seated on, quickly hiding her hands behind her back.

"So?" Veronica questioned looking over at Erica as she returned. "Why did you take me here?" She questioned with half-lidded eyes, not really seeming all that interested in hearing the answer. Eric forced a sickeningly sweet smile to her face.

"Well, seeing as how you went so far as to take me away from Uncle Matthew, I figured you must really want to spend some quality time together." She spoke innocently enough, but her mother clearly heard the underlining sarcasm in her tone. Veronica gave a humorless snort of laughter, that caused Eric's smile to twitch slightly. "Plus I have something I wanted to give you." She managed to say through gritted teeth. Veronica carelessly tossed her cigarette to the ground, rubbing it into the dirt with her red high heel covered foot.

"What is it?" The curvy blonde asked indifferently. "Hold your hands out!" The self declared boy chirped. Rolling her sky blue eyes, Veronica lazily complied; holding her hands open in front of her. Erica grinned as she placed the worms she held in her mother's waiting grasp. For a moment all was silent, Veronica slowly glanced down at her hands as she felt wet things moving, she blinked at the slimy critters now in her hold. The silence was shattered in an instance as a very loud and high pitched scream echoed throughout the woods.

Eric fell to the ground, clutching her sides as she laughed her lungs out. Her mother, after throwing the worms behind her, had suddenly shot up and ran, still screaming her head off. It had turned out even better than Eric had expected it to! Who knew a grown woman could be so frightened of a few measly little worms? Trying desperately to breath between her hysterical laughter, Eric started getting to work on calming herself down. Still snickering, she rose up to her feet, dusting her pants off. Nodding to herself, she quickly took off in the direction that her mother had gone off in. Luckily it wasn't that hard to catch up to the blonde, seeing as how Eric was a pretty fast runner. And Veronica was wearing heels. Just as Eric was about to call out, her mother ran straight into someone.
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It was the weekend, early afternoon. The chill was just starting to set in, but it was still pretty nice out. Clint, of course, had on his black Duster while Irene had on a red sweater. They were both wearing blue jeans, and Clint his hat as well, naturally. In this part of the glade, though, clothing that protected from the chill didn't seem to matter, as it seemed that the temperature here was always the same, always warm, and always flowers of some sort about. ... It was a little strange and unnerving to Clint, but Irene seemed to love it.
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He had agreed to go out on a walk with her today, get some fresh air. She'd said something about getting new ideas to try some drawings, or paintings. Seems Tulio all by himself wasn't quite doing it anymore...or maybe it was something for school, to do a nature drawing. Either way, he had been expecting a quiet afternoon. Too bad, for him, that he rarely got what he wanted, but then he should know that by now.
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The still of the air was shattered by a woman's scream, a scream that continued on for several seconds...minutes. Clint and Irene were standing off to one side of the clearing, Irene wanting to inspect some budding flower a little closer. Clint was standing a few feet from her, arms crossed over his chest. He glanced over his shoulder to see what was going on, as the scream seemed to be heading straight for them...
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Oof, The next thing he knew, something had hit him. He was on the ground, before his mind was able to process what had just happened...looking up, he saw. Blond. Everywhere. ... Oh, wait... Blinking again, his vision sharpened back to normal, and he was able to see the face that went with the blond, and realized that it was actually a woman that had run into him. Scooting backwards, using the bottom of the palms of his hands, he sat up and, at a safe distance, looked her over.
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"You all right, ma'am?" He asked, not noticing that his hat had fallen off and was now lying at his side. ... Hm, maybe he should have stayed in this season. First he gets hit by a girl with a shopping bag, now run into by a woman... Ah well, no harm done. Not to him, anyway, and he looked at the woman again. Irene looked behind the woman, silent, but noticed another person, a child perhaps around her age, come running up from behind. She wondered if perhaps they were together; mother and...son, daughter? It was hard to tell from here.

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Still a bit shaken up, though she had at least stopped screamed, Veronica didn't really pay any attention to the person that she had just crashed into. Until he moved and spoke. Hearing the distinctively male voice, the blonde snapped out of her trance, getting up into a sitting position; she looked to the man's face. Studying it for a moment before she smiled. "I am now." She practically purred in response to his question.

Stuffing her hands in her pant's pockets, Eric cautiously stepped closer to the scene, she hadn't ever seen her mother around men, but from what her uncle had said... Things were about to get scary. Sure enough, within the next moment her mother noticed the hat next to the man, and purposefully leaned way too close to him as she picked it up. "I think this belongs to you." She whispered, leaning even closer and setting it on his head. She let her hands linger next to his face, before she finally moved back.

Erica's eye twitched, her mouth agape as she watched the ongoings before her. What in the world was her mother doing? Forget scary, this was well beyond terrifying! And disgusting too... Luckily for Eric, she soon forgot about her desperate need to go and vomit, as she glanced to the guy. Now with his hat on, she was easily able to figure exactly what he was. "Oh my pancake flipping spatula!" She exclaimed loudly, causing her mother to jump slightly. She ran over, 'accidentally' pushing Veronica out of the way as she bent down to get a better look at the man. Gasping dramatically, she pointed a finger at him. "Another one!" She shouted joyfully, standing up and pumping her fist in excitement. "This is so cool! How many cowboys are in this place? An-" She stopped, noticing the young girl, around her age probably, for the first time. Repeating her earlier actions, she gasped and pointed at her. "And he's got a sidekick!"
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"I am now." ... Uh-oh. He knew that look, and than tone of voice. Frowning as his eyes enlarged a bit, he leaned away from her as she leaned towards him, in order to pick up his hat. Readjusting his hat after she had set it on his head, his eyes began to narrow, and he used his good leg in order to scoot himself back some more, putting more distance in between them.
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He did not like her hands being close to his face like that. Maybe at one time he wouldn't have minded it so much...and she was an attractive woman, he couldn't help but notice. However, another woman's face flashed up in his mind's eye, and knowing that she loved him, well his eyes were only for her. So, these thoughts caused him to put his hand against the tree, in efforts to brace himself to stand. Before he got far at all though, he was interrupted by a sudden shout,
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"Oh my pancake flipping spatula!"
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... A strange one, but at least it was a fine distraction, plus the woman now seemed to be gone. Seeming to have been replaced by a young child, pointing a finger in his face, and saying...huh? Another what? He wondered, his brow lowering inquisitively. But then she cleared it up, and he was soon smiling. Cowboy, indeed. He wondered who else she had run into...
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"Sidekick?" Irene called indignantly, frowning as she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. She walked over to them, and looked at Eric(a). "I am not his sidekick," She said, glancing from the other child over to Clint, and slowly said, "...I am, his manager." And then grinned. Yeah, that sounded better! ...

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"Manager...?" Eric echoed, tilting her head to the side. Crossing her arms; she gave slightly disappointed pout. "That doesn't sound very exciting." She muttered. But, then again this was a girl talking, maybe she enjoyed doing such a boring sounding job. What was there to manage anyway? Her eyes suddenly lite up, as though she had had some sort of epiphany. "Wait, what do you manage?" She asked energetically hopping up and down in her spot. "Oh, oh! Is it fights?!" Her hopping gained speed, as did her voice. "Like, one on one showdowns! Quick draws!" Her hands formed tight fists as she held back a squeal of delight. She twirled around so that her back was now facing the manager girl. "Walk ten paces," She mumbled to herself as she starting taking large steps away. "And then..." She turned back around, using her hands as makeshift guns as she made several loud sound effects to indicate that she was shooting, her hands moving in sync with the odd noises: "Bacshoo! Bacshoo!"

During this time, her mother gingerly picked herself up from the ground. Giving a low growl as she quickly shot Erica a nasty glare. She would have done more, but she didn't want to make a bad impression on the man. Speaking of which... She smirked coyly, looking at him through her eyelashes as she crossed her legs. Which were not so well covered given the tight short skirt she was wearing, but that was whole reason she wore it. You can't very well show off your legs if they're covered, now can you? She kept her eyes glued to the man's face, waiting for him to switch his attention over to her. She could only stand being ignored for so long.
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"Manager...?" Irene heard the other youth echo, and nodded her head. Which soon turned into a pout, upon her claiming that it didn't sound very exciting. Irene was going to defend herself, going into some list of exciting and thrilling things they did, adventures and such. When, the girl's eyes suddenly lit up and she answered for herself. ...Quick draws?
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Clint and Irene shared a smirk, both deciding to play along, for the moment at least. Clint stood up, thinking perhaps from this position he might be able to better handle things, at least not as easily having the woman fawning over him for a start, and now focused his attention on Eric. As the child turned around, Clint also made a 'pistol' with his hand, 'firing' it, though without any noise, at the same time that Eric did, grinning all the while.
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"They used t'call me a gunslinger, back home." Clint fabled, though he had always wanted to be one as a child, playing games. Before that part of his life had ended; his smile began to fade, but he had long sense come to fairly good terms with his past. He just tried never to think about it. He pretty much ignored the curvy blond woman for now, his focus and returning smile on Eric instead.
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"Yes...his quick draws." Irene said with a satisfied nod, smiling as well as she looked back over to Eric. "I manage his duels." A small pause, as she shifted her weight, and rather matter-of-factly added, "He has a lot of them, you know."

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Seeing the man mimic her actions and 'shoot' her, Eric immediately stumbled backwards, placing a hand over her heart; gasping and groaning as she fell to her knees. "Ahraghll..." She gurgled out, before promptly letting her face meet the earth. Within the next second she had jumped back to her feet and was grinning like a child at Christmas time. Not caring that there was now a streak of dirt on her cheek and across the bridge of her nose."Oooooh!" She exclaimed in amazement. "Gunslinger..." She repeated to herself, gazing dreamily off into the distance. "Such a manly title!" She energetically waved her arms about and bounced in her spot.

"Really?" The boy wannabe asked in pure wonder. A cowboy who duels often was one thing; albeit an incredibly exciting one, but even more than that she was surprised that he had a girl managing them for him. And the said girl didn't seem to mind. This girl... Had potential! Maybe she could grow up to be half decent. Eric gave the girl a thumbs up, not thinking to explain the reason why. "Oh, oh! Next time you have a duel, could I come?" She asked, clasping her hands together in a pleading manner. "I'll cheer for you! I'll make banners, and streamers, and foam finger, and everything!" She said excitedly, throwing her arms up into the air.

Deciding that her presence had been ignored long enough, Veronica slowly stood to her feet. Clearing her throat in order to draw attention to herself. "So..." The blonde started, not caring about the unhappy look Erica was now giving her. "I think introductions would be nice, hm?" She smiled, more at the man then anyone else. "I'm Veronica Baker. And this," She motioned towards Erica. "Is..." She trailed off for a second, before picking up again like nothing had happened. "My brother's kid." She half-way lied. Really though, she didn't want people to know that she had a child. They'd think she was trying to find a husband or something. And she certainly didn't want to scare off any potential suitors.

"Name's Eric!" The honey haired teen chirped. Knowing that if she waited for her mother to finish introducing her the blonde would no doubt mess up and call her 'Erica' instead of Eric. Her mother was one of those weird people who seriously thought that she was a girl. Which was ridicules. Eric was obviously a boy no matter how you looked at her.
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Clint blinked when the child stumbled backwards, but was soon grinning and chuckling, as she, 'died.' ... Tut, tut; such a cold hearted one was he. He again blinked, the smile slipping as she suddenly jumped up and became quite hyperactive, once more. But, she seemed to have bought the Gunslinger title nicely, at least.
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"Oh, oh! Next time you have a duel, could I come? I'll cheer for you! I'll make banners, and streamers, and foam finger, and everything!"
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"Uh, sure. I'll be sure to let you know." Irene supplied the response, as Clint suddenly seemed too tongue-tied to even consider formulating a verbal response. Perhaps the thought of such attentions, aimed at him, was simply too much for this 'ol cowboy. Cheering was one thing, but banners and streamers and the rest...eh, no. Back in his rodeo days, he hadn't minded, even enjoyed people cheering him on (though whether it was for him or the animal he was strapped to, was another matter), but all those other things were just too much. Too much fuss, for just one person. Hearing the woman clear her throat, they both finally turned attention to her.
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"So...I think introductions would be nice, hm? I'm Veronica Baker. And this...Is... My brother's kid." Irene noted the way she trailed off, before mentioning the other child. ... She thought it strange, thinking that even if it was indeed her brother's child, as an Aunt, shouldn't she know the child's full name? She had just used her full name! It was only logical, to the thirteen-year-old, that she would likewise introduce the child's full name. More so if they had a different last name.
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"Name's Eric!" The teen with the honey hair was quick to respond, Irene noted as she blinked over at her, and smiled lightly.
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"Please t'meet'cha, Miss Baker, Eric." Clint said, keeping his tone neutral but a smile on his face, as he nodded first to Veronica, then to 'Eric.' "M'name's Clint Allen, an' this is m'little sister, Irene Parker." Clint introduced them both, looking over at and waving a hand lightly towards Irene, who smiled and waved lightly, saying,
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"Yes!" Erica shouted, triumphantly pumping her fist. "Thanks a load! I've always wanted to see a real live fight." She smiled dazedly, gazing off into the distance. To watch two guys have duel, it would be pure bliss!

The honey haired teen waved back at Irene happily, though her former energy was nowhere to be seen. Being reminded of her mother's presence had killed most of her excitement. Speaking of her mom; upon hearing Clint call her by her last name, Veronica placed a hand over her mouth and let out a playful laugh. Causing Eric to lift an eyebrow, since when did her mom know how to laugh in a non sarcastic way? "Oh, there's no need to be so formal." The curvy blonde insisted, smiling at the hat wearing man. "You can call me Veronica." She winked at him, before her voice lowered to a more suggestive tone. "And the pleasure's all mine."

Eric involuntarily shuddered at the sound of her mother's voice. "Gah." She muttered, sticking her tongue out in disgust. She still wasn't quite sure what exactly it was her mom was doing. Maybe she was flirting? Very strongly. Urgh, whatever it was, it had sufficiently ruined Erica's entire day. And no doubt would give her nightmares. Tiptoeing over towards Irene, Eric decided that if anyone would know what was going on it would be her. Because, well, she was girl. "Hey, hey Irene?" The boy wannabe questioned in a hushed tone. "You're a girl, right?" Yeah, it was a stupid question. And had Eric been thinking she wouldn't have asked it at all, but she rarely did think before speaking. Besides, it couldn't hurt to double make sure. Right? "Is that gross thing my Aunt's doing considered flirting, or attempted seducing?" She asked seriously, her face scrunched up in confusion and her head tilted to the side.
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"Oh, there's no need to be so formal. You can call me Veronica. And the pleasure's all mine."
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This woman was putting on the flirtation quite heavily, Clint could not help but observe. A year ago, even though he believed her to be a few years older, he would have had no problem in returning those. ... Now, though. He could only think about her, and rather wished that she was by his side now. ..... Orr, maybe not, she would quite possibly have tackled the other woman by now. And, as amusing of a thought that that brought up, perhaps it was more of a fortunate thing indeed that Rose was not here right now.
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"...Veronica," Clint repeated, adding in a small smile and an equal nod, hoping this lady would not be getting any ideas. He was trying to make sure he was not giving them off, but sometimes... ...Suddenly hearing what Eric said, Clint actually started to laugh. Quickly raising his left arm, he turned away a little, and turned the laugh into a cough.
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"Yes, I am a girl." Irene replied, when asked whether or not she was one. Giving Eric a strange look up and down, Irene started to lean away from her, when she was asked another question. A very, very strange one, to Irene at least.
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"Is that gross thing my Aunt's doing considered flirting, or attempted seducing?"
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"I dunno, but she ain't goin' about it too good, is she?" Irene asked, clearly as disgusted by the situation as Eric was. ... Oh boy, if Clint didn't set this lady straight soon, well. Irene would be informing Rose, and she could bet her brother would be paying, then. Or maybe, if she mentioned her brother having a girlfriend, that might get blondy to back away, for at least a second or two. Holding that in reserves, Irene glanced over at Eric and shrugged.
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Giving another playful laugh, the blonde nodded contently. "Mm.. Much better." She said. Honestly she didn't care much for her surname. It made her think of a homely woman who spent her days cooking pastries. And that was not the kind of woman Veronica was. Not. At. All. Her first name suited her far better. The familiarity that was sometimes associated with it was an added bonus.

Hearing what Eric said, Veronica had to work exceedingly hard in order to resist the urge to roll her eyes. She was really beginning to regret taking that kid with her. Which was exactly what Erica wanted, not that Veronica knew that. "So," She started, in an effort to ignore her only child. "What were you up to before I ran into you?" Not that the blonde really cared, other people's business was their own and she had no desire to know. But making small chat sometimes helped men feel more comfortable.

For a second, Eric frowned deeply. Irene didn't know what her 'aunt' (it was amazing how easy it was to call the her that) was doing? Since she was a girl shouldn't she know? Eric's eyes widened and her face lite up in a large grin. The boy/girl clapped her hands before giving the brown haired girl what looked to be a peace sign. "Potential points have increased by two!" She exclaimed happily. It was definitely for the best that Irene didn't know, if she was able to understand what was going on inside of Erica's mother's head; that would just be creepy. The boyish teen's face suddenly went completely serious as she looked over at her mom and the cowboy man. "If Mr. Allen needs help soon, I'll tackle my 'Aunt'. During that time you guys can escape, okay?" She whispered gravely to Irene.
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"So, what were you up to before I ran into you?"
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"Nothin' much, honestly." Clint admitted, glancing around the glade. "We were just talkin' a walk." A small pause, then with a small smile, he turned to look at Veronica and said, "'Fraid we don't lead too terr'bly interein' lives, eh?" He asked with a slight chuckle, then crossing his arms over his chest as he averted his gaze from the blond woman, but then suddenly remembered something and turned back, with a more serious look on his face.
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"What about y'all, what were you runnin' from?" He asked, and there might have been a slight note on concern unlined there in his voice somewhere. Annoying woman or not, she was still one of the fairer gender, and so if anything had happened or if she needed help in some way...he would have to oblige. He couldn't stand to see a woman, any woman, in distress.
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"Potential points have increased by two!"
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Irene tilted her head and blinked at Eric, wondering what in the heck this kid was talking about. Potential points for what? ... Ah well, some people were just kind of weird like that. "If Mr. Allen needs help soon, I'll tackle my 'Aunt'. During that time you guys can escape, okay?" "Oh, well...uh." Irene stared at Eric, not real sure what to say to that. Knowing her brother, it seemed to her that such a thing might backfire...but then maybe she could just grab his shoulder and scoot him on out of the way, saying she wanted to go somewhere. Yeah, maybe that'd work.
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"Okay," She finally said, giving a small nod as she glanced at Eric's 'Aunt.'

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Making sure to keep eye contact as best she could, it wasn't easy when Clint looked away, Veronica gave a nod of her head to show that she was listening. Absently she bite the inside of her cheek, suppressing the desire she had to take out a cigarette. She had a bad habit of becoming uninterested in everything around her when she smoked. Or, to be more accurate, she outwardly showed the indifference she already felt. It wasn't her fault that people, and life in general, were naturally boring though. Once Clint looked back to her, she gave a him an alluring smile in return for his slightly upturned lips. "Yes, that may be true." She agreed, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. "But, if you ever get too bored," Her voice lowered to a suggestive whisper. "I know ways to make life more interesting."

At his next question Veronica blinked, confused for a moment; before her mind recalled the reason that she had been screaming her head off not so long ago. She coughed into her hand, glancing over at Eric. Who, catching her mother's eye, smiled in that overly innocent way as she waved at her. The blonde gritted her teeth, oh how she was tempted to go over and smack that freakish child. But such a thing would no doubt leave Clint with a bad impression of her, and she certainly didn't want that. "That was... I was just caught off guard by a bug." Without thinking about it her face scrunched up at the mention of an insect, and she wiped her hands on her skirt. She had held some of those disgusting, slimy, things in her hands. Ugh, she suddenly wanted to take a shower.

Erica's smile grew as she heard her mother say something about a bug. The memory of the look of terror on her mother's face flashing through her mind. Normally Eric wasn't one to find joy in making someone so obviously frightened. But, since it was Veronica, the boy wannabe was still feeling giddy over how well she had scared her. Turning her attention back to Irene, Eric nodded. "Excellent." She said at Irene's consent, rubbing her hands together as she let out a few snickers.

"If you feel Mr.Allen is in danger, just say the word and I'll go ram into her. Oh, and..." Erica trailed off, staring intently at the air near the brown haired girl's head. Or more specifically; the dragonfly that was flying there. "Demetri!" The teen cried out, leaping into the air and trying to catch the winged insect. Nearly crashing into Irene as she did so.
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"...But, if you ever get too bored, I know ways to make life more interesting."
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Arms still crossed over his chest, Clint took a brief moment to study this woman as his smile faded. About a year ago, he would have loved interacting with a woman like this, but now...he knew he'd have to watch himself. Remind himself that one fiery woman in his life was enough - and if he counted Irene, then that made two. More than enough. So, he now turned his attention to her response to his question, about what she'd been running from.
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"That was... I was just caught off guard by a bug."
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"Ah," Clint said with a nod, leaning backwards, but wondering why the woman had gritted her teeth as she had looked at her 'niece.' "Sorry t'hear it, an' hope it didn't scare ya too bad. But, glad to see you're all right now," He said, the last part trailing off a little. He almost didn't know what to say...I'm glad you ran into me and not a tree? Tsk, tsk. He was losing his touch... This is when he turned his gaze away from the blond, to watch the two kids interacting.
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"If you feel Mr.Allen is in danger, just say the word and I'll go ram into her. Oh, and..."
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Watching Eric snicker like a madman, Irene suddenly wasn't so certain that she wanted to hang around with this teen. Noticing her look at something in the air above her, Irene also looked, but took a few steps back just before Eric leaped for whatever it was. ...Is it a wasp?! Irene thought, backing up a few more steps just in case, clasping her hands nervously in front of her herself, lightly over her chest. Once she realized what it was, though, she breathed a sigh of relief and smiled a little.
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"Demetri, hm? Is it your's?" She asked, taking a step or two forward, trying to see the dragonfly a little better.

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