OPEN OPENESS FOR THE MASSES

[snickerdoodled]

OPEN POST!
For general shenanigans! Throw your people at my people, using existing verses, or hey, let's get crazy and come up with new ones. It'll be a party. 1, 2, 3, GO.

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[fathersfootsteps]

[twists the phone in his hands, not fully believing her] You really think so?

[ofafeather]

I wouldn't say so if I didn't.

[fathersfootsteps]

So you think I can do this for real, then?

[ofafeather]

You'll need a lot more training. It's not going to be easy.

[fathersfootsteps]

I didn't think it would. But I want to do this.

[ofafeather]

You're going to learn how to use a staff. And fight hand to hand. Better than your dad.

[This is non-negotiable, kid.]

[fathersfootsteps]

While I'm training with him, too? [MOM THAT IS CRAZY HARD he won't have time for video games or anything]

[ofafeather]

Yup.

[Welcome to the life, kiddo.]

[fathersfootsteps]

Figures.

[he should have just gone Ava's route and been stupid famous]

jdfksaj I thought I answered this. :| Internet fail.

[ofafeather]

Well, if you want to wait, that's fine, too.

/pet

[fathersfootsteps]

I don't!

[ofafeather]

Fine, then. We'll figure out a schedule once I have all of my other schedules in front of me.

[Oh, look. The cops have arrived. Bobbi's going to give them a full report, and then ask one of them for a ride to the hospital. Which she gets.]

Come on, kiddo. Let's go get this taken care of. Maybe then we'll get ice cream.

[fathersfootsteps]

[while she gives her report, he calls Clint to let him know what happened, then joins her]

Black raspberry?

[ofafeather]

Whatever you want. What'd you tell Dad?

[fathersfootsteps]

That he's gonna wanna yell at you when we get home.

[ofafeather]

Did you just get me in trouble?

[fathersfootsteps]

Maybe.

[ofafeather]

Oh, great. He's going to ground me.

[fathersfootsteps]

Oops.

[ofafeather]

Where's the loyalty, kiddo?

[fathersfootsteps]

I didn't really tell him that. Just that I got a little field experience and we'd tell him more when we got home.

[ofafeather]

Perfect. He doesn't need to know too much, not yet.

[fathersfootsteps]

We can just leave out the me shooting you part.

[ofafeather]

You didn't actually shoot me. It's just a graze.

[They're at the hospital, and Bobbi thanks the officer as they get out and she heads in to the emergency room. The fact that she's no non-nonchalant about the whole thing says a lot.]

If you're going to be an agent, you're going to have to face the fact that sometimes stuff like that happens.

[fathersfootsteps]

[follows her in, frowning] You ever shoot dad?