Fell Asleep On meme

[digital_memory]

sweet dreams.

Someone,
whether it be a friend or a total stranger,
has fallen asleep on you wherever you happen to be;
you are a rather comfortable pillow to them.

What do you do?

Found here.

 

 

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[superbabysitter]

Not unless you count snoring, no.

[Phil smirks, nudging him gently.]

Get up, sleeping beauty. We have paperwork to finish.

[instinctiveshooter]

I'm only going to snore worse if I have to do paperwork.

[Clint grumbles as he sits up.]

Maybe I should run away and join a circus there is no paper work there.

[superbabysitter]

You wouldn't do that to me--I'm not very interested in being a ring leader.

[He gives the other man's hand a quick squeeze before letting go.]

[instinctiveshooter]

How come? You could wear a top hat.

[Clint shoots him a private smile as he oh so reluctantly reaches for the paper work.]

[superbabysitter]

Oh yes, because I am always looking to wear ridiculous fashions.

[He stands, heading off the truck.]

[instinctiveshooter]

[Clint leaps down and maneuvers himself in front of Phil, while his eyes scan their surroundings to make sure everything as it should be. His shoulders relax a moment later and he gestures for Phil to take the lead again.]

Top hats are very distinguished.

[superbabysitter]

[Phil sighs inwardly. He knew that Clint did this to give himself a semblance of control; he needed it, and Phil let him have it.

Still, he wished that the other man would just relax, sometimes.]

I would look bad in one, trust me.

And no--that isn't an invitation for you to make me try and prove it.

[instinctiveshooter]

[Clint only relaxes in the privacy of their own place. He's seen careless soldiers and agents die because they haven't checked for problems in what they thought was a safe location.]

But I know where to find one, and you should see my tight rope act.

[Clint's eyes are still sharp on what is going on around them.]

[superbabysitter]

I see it every day.

[His words are softer than normal, and he means it--Clint walks that damn rope every day.]

[instinctiveshooter]

[Clint steals a tired, sidewards glance at him. He did walk a thin lie between his job and what he thought and felt. It left him found as strung as tight as the rope he had once walked across.]

I'm more fun on the real stuff. I can turn a forward somersault and still find my feet.

[superbabysitter]

Oh I know, I've seen you do it before off a building.

[The first time it nearly gave him a heart attack.]

[instinctiveshooter]

[Clint laughs.]

There is fancier stuff I could do but it would get in the way of my shots.