and we know the patterns

[bothhavesharpteeth]

Who: Natalie Rushman (or Natasha), Clint Barton and YOU
Where: Grand Park, near Alpha Force Tower
When: March 29, afternoon
What: Natasha is scoping out a target. Natalie is jogging on her day off. It is innocent and not at all suspicious.
Warnings: None at the moment
Notes: You can tag Clint instead of Natasha if you want. He is present and shooting at things.

There is a woman jogging in the park. She's fairly young, pale and red-haired, cute if you ignore the whole sweaty-and-slightly-out-of-breath thing. (She's faking the breathlessness, but she's pretty good at it when she needs to be.) She's done a dozen laps by now, and eventually she slows to a stop, bracing her hands against her knees, and looks out across the park, somewhat questioning her life choices.

There is also a man in a purple shirt, standing on the grass not far off the path and shooting arrows at a target he's set up most of the way across the park. Pay him no mind. The red-haired woman certainly isn't.

Comments

[bothhavesharpteeth]

Natasha doesn't pull her hand away at the nip - she knows an affectionate cat from an aggressive one, and whoever programmed this robot clearly knew enough about cats to get the behaviors right. She's not going to take the bait of that exposed belly though - she knows better than that.

"Your mistress just lets you wander like this, huh?"

[withhercleverhead]

He looks momentarily disappointed, then gets to his feet again, winding hsi way around her legs. She's a smart one, she can stay.

Looking over to Annabel, he tilts his head a little, and almost grins in that way that cats can do such a thing, looking rather smug and pleased with himself.

Almost as if to say "Of course sh does, it's not as if she is allowed to do anything else."

[bothhavesharpteeth]

"Clever boy," she says with a laugh, straightening up again. "If you are a boy. It's probably not especially relevant to you."

[withhercleverhead]

He seems amused by this, as if gender is far below him. He cares not for such petty things and it's evident in his expression.

But then he's coming p to her, sitting at her feet and curling his tail around himself. It's a patient gesture and he looks pointedly at Annabel and her poor attempts at communication. Shaking his head a little, he seems more content to sit here with the woman who give shim attention.