Day 2 in Philip and Clint's Suite -- Partners Edition

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The food is cleared off of most surfaces in Clint and Philip's apartment, though the teenager is doing ... something ... that Clint's purposefully ignoring.

He's sitting on the couch, and reading a book. It's a book he's read many times, though this copy is on something called a PADD.

Louis L'Amour apparently just never goes away.

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[fallaces_sunt]

Wait, what.





"All of it?"

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Clint's startled at first by the level of surprise in Natasha's voice, before he re-winds what went before mentally.

Somehow library had limited him to thinking it was all of the knowledge in books.

He shifts slightly, so his left hip and leg are resting very gently against hers. He'd rather not make it that obvious that Natasha is -- well. Not feeling safe.

"How's that work?"

[tanteiotaku]

He was used to surprise from people, but his gut told him there was more they weren't saying. But he'd let the cat out of the bag, now. It only made sense they'd be wary, considering the circumstances.

That wasn't a question Shotaro could answer. But maybe he could set some of their misgivings aside. "Like he said. It's only our version of Earth. Which is definitely different than the universe that we're in now." He glanced over at Philip as he continued. "Because this computer has never heard of Fuuto." How it could miss a city that size, he had no idea. But he didn't like it at all.

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"While the information is present, it is not sorted. To find anything in specific I must perform a search to narrow down the results." Guy might as well be a computer himself. "The exact details are unimportant. In any case-- Your timing is amusing, Shotaro, Natasha. Both of you arrived to check up on us independently but simultaneously."

[fallaces_sunt]

Natasha blinks at them, and spends half a second being very grateful she and Philip already had the discussion about his world having the Kamen Riders.

But still, she's never going to tell him her Russian name. Just in case.

(And maybe, later, ask for more details on how having that knowledge actually works.)

"Well you know what they say about great minds and thinking alike."

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Both Natasha and Philip get amused looks.

"I don't know Fuuto, either," he says. He knows most major cities, at least by name.

"Where's it located?"

[tanteiotaku]

Shotaro was glad to move on from that subject. "Wakayama Prefecture. South of Osaka," he told him. "I even had it show me a map of the prefecture and I looked through it myself. It didn't have it marked at all." And that would not do.

[decideformyself]

Now that that's sorted out, Philip turns his attention away from Clint and Natasha. "You said you had a request," he says to Shotaro.

Sorry, Clint and Natasha. You will quickly learn that Philip is sort of rude.

[fallaces_sunt]

Natasha was going to reply to Shotaro - missing cities were disconcerting, and Shotaro seemed more disturbed than he was letting on - when Philip spoke.

She's okay with rude. But she's going to arch her eyebrows at Clint questioningly anyway. He's spent more time with Philip than she has; should they retreat?

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Clint tilts his head, then glances back to the boys.

"Well, good luck with what you're looking for, then," he says.

His new roommate is Google incarnate. Except... more so.

Okay.

He moves off in the direction of his room, expecting Natasha will follow.

[tanteiotaku]

Shotaro realized his request for Philip was probably not something his pride could handle other people asking about. So he didn't answer Philip right away. "Thanks," he said to Clint, giving him a nod with his fingers on his hat.

As he watched Natasha leave with him, he sighed wistfully. "Of course..."

[decideformyself]

Philip glanced between Shotaro, and Clint and Natasha, an amused smile on his face. He knew that sigh.

"Shotaro," he said, tapping his partner's shoulder. "I'm perfectly content to return to my previous lookup. What was it you were interested in?"

[fallaces_sunt]

'Of course'. Well, she could have said that herself. The door swishes shut behind her, and she shakes her head briefly before taking a look around.

Clint's room is neat - which is to be expected - but there's still the small marks of his presence. Mostly, it's just because she knows him well enough.

The bedsheets, though. The purple bedsheets.

Natasha gives him an amused (and very fond) look, and lightly flops over the bed. She doesn't even have to think about leaving enough room for him; it's automatic.

"Well," she says. "This is going to be interesting."

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Clint sits in the space she leaves him, back to the wall -- one leg draped across hers, and the other drawn up.

He snorts slightly, amused. "It already is."