[Clint is somewhere, Phil's not 100% sure where exactly at the moment, when Natasha arrives. Phil is busy in the living room, sitting on the cushion that have replaced the couch and sorting through a stack of colored paper.
He looks up at the knock and gives Natasha a half distracted smile.]
Natasha, how have you been...? [He trails off as he find what he was looking for under a messy stack of paper. A thin book which he grabs and opens to a page. Fingers grab a nearby square of paper as he looks over the book.
Yes, he's doing origami. He found the book and paper in his room and decided it couldn't hurt to try.]
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He looks up at the knock and gives Natasha a half distracted smile.]
Natasha, how have you been...? [He trails off as he find what he was looking for under a messy stack of paper. A thin book which he grabs and opens to a page. Fingers grab a nearby square of paper as he looks over the book.
Yes, he's doing origami. He found the book and paper in his room and decided it couldn't hurt to try.]