25 Unicorn Street, Sunday Morning

[so_hawkward]

Typically, Clint got up at a decent hour on Sundays to try to get things done, but that wasn't going to happen today. Today, he was celebrating the end of the ghost weirdness waking up and not moving. He had Kitty in his bed, Lucky and Rook resting somewhere nearby, and there were no less than four bandages on his body. All was right with the world

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[throughaphase]

Kitty was thinking about the same thing, snuggling closer to Clint. "This is too comfortable," she decided.

[so_hawkward]

"I think it's just comfortable enough," Clint said, draping his arm over her. "And it's nice because I can ignore whatever's snowing outside."

[throughaphase]

"Ugh, is it snowing something weird?" Kitty asked, not even picking her head up to look. "If it's snowing something weird I'm staying here today. Or if it's snowing snow."

[so_hawkward]

"It looks like sugar," Clint said. "But if it's snow, you should still stay here. Baby it's cold outside blah blah however the rest of the song goes."