As if Bo wasn't sickeningly sweet with Dyson or Lauren or Ryan all the freakin' time. So gross. Kenzi was definitely owed some vomit-inducing sweetness. Actually, Bo just owed her big time in general! Ceiling plaster in cereal? Almost dying on a daily basis to have her back? Yeah. The succubus could just deal with Clint being the best ever and bringing her FOOD. Food in bed. Food in bed with Clint, that is like... her all time, top favourite, ultimate best day ever right there
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"Don't stop on my account everyone!" Roque shouted rather gleefully as he patted Clint's shoulder, earning a much-deserved glare from the archer.
Clint was irate at this sequence of events that unfolded. Even more so that he was being forced to show this weakness in front of everyone that he knew. In front of Kenzi. Roque flippantly waved his hand around, muttering something about getting a drink and obviously meaning Clint would have to get him one. His fists tightened at his sides as he moved over to the bar. Arms tight to his sides because the last time Roque was lax on control of the human -- Clint tried to put a bullet through his eye. Also a much-deserved murder attempt. His eyes fell on Kenzi as he moved over to the bar. He may or may not have mouthed 'kill the bastard'.
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Clint was irate at this sequence of events that unfolded. Even more so that he was being forced to show this weakness in front of everyone that he knew. In front of Kenzi. Roque flippantly waved his hand around, muttering something about getting a drink and obviously meaning Clint would have to get him one. His fists tightened at his sides as he moved over to the bar. Arms tight to his sides because the last time Roque was lax on control of the human -- Clint tried to put a bullet through his eye. Also a much-deserved murder attempt. His eyes fell on Kenzi as he moved over to the bar. He may or may not have mouthed 'kill the bastard'.
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