[Coulson is indeed finding this out. Not that he minds, but it is rather interesting. And maybe it makes a bloom of warmth suffuse his chest, but that's no one's business but his own.
Not as heavy as other people who have fallen asleep on Coulson. He's not naming names however.
Phil barely breathes as Clint reacts, freezing instinctively. Inwardly he's cursing quietly in a several languages and mutter deprivations about the Malnosso. He is also very glad that Clint is only pointing the gun at him instead of pressing is against his head.
The moment stretches before Phil breaks it.]
It's me.
[His voice is sleep rusty, but infinetly familiar.]
Changed back.
[Still very naked.]
((ooc: Hey, now Clint can see his massive scar! Because we didn't quite get to that earlier. Or what not, up to you.))
January 16th, Morning [Action]
Not as heavy as other people who have fallen asleep on Coulson. He's not naming names however.
Phil barely breathes as Clint reacts, freezing instinctively. Inwardly he's cursing quietly in a several languages and mutter deprivations about the Malnosso. He is also very glad that Clint is only pointing the gun at him instead of pressing is against his head.
The moment stretches before Phil breaks it.]
It's me.
[His voice is sleep rusty, but infinetly familiar.]
Changed back.
[Still very naked.]
((ooc: Hey, now Clint can see his massive scar! Because we didn't quite get to that earlier. Or what not, up to you.))