Matt & Clint | Late Sunday Morning

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Clint stops by with leftover pizza for Matt and notices something's not quite right.


Clint was taking the leftover pizza from game night up to Matt's suite to see if he wanted any of his before giving it PD. He's already eaten most of his own, Namor had taken his weird olive thing with him before leaving, and the rest hadn't actually survived the video and boardgames. Reaching Matt's door, he knocked.

Matt had just woken up and was still contemplating going back to sleep as he ate his cereal. Hearing the knock, he shuffled to the door in his Pace University sweatshirt and Xavier's sweatpants. "Sup?" he asked, recognizing Clint's heartbeat before the knock ever came. "Pizza? Oooooh," Awesome.

"Yeah, it's from Friday. You left it in the suite so I figured I'd bring it up, see if you wanted it. Otherwise I'm feeding it to PD." Clint offered Matt the box. Then he took a closer look at Matt and his brows furrowed. "Dude, you okay? You're looking a little rough."

"A word of advice," Matt said, taking the pizza and bringing it into the suite and leaving the door open for Clint to follow, "Do not go to a party with Namor. Dude's a fucking sociopath. And that's coming from me living here," which said a lot. He opened the pizza box and took out a slice to eat, ignoring his cereal for now.

Clint wrinkled his nose. "Namor did that? Damn." He was going to have to go throw something at the Attilani. "What happened?"

"He's hooking up with some chick, whatever, right? And they're about to go somewhere more private, 'cept she doesn't smell right to me. So as he passes, I try to slip him a condom," he wanted to help the guy out since he was new, "And he freakin' loses it. I'm somehow insulting her honor and shit. Now, I don't want to say, 'hey, the girl has an STD' but he won't let it drop! So I finally say it and he tries to grab me and you can imagine how well THAT went over," like a lead balloon. "And then things fell apart. I want you to go check on him though. He better look worse than me."

Clint half-laughed, half-snorted despite himself. Then he blinked and said, "Dude. You can smell STDs?" He wasn't sure whether he was wigged out by that or not, but he just shook his head. "I'll go check on him later. Sorry you guys got into it, though. He's got some... interesting ideas. Maybe next time let him figure the STD thing out on his own, though. Negative reinforcement."

Matt shrugged, "Depends on the STD and the treatment," he answered, "sometimes, they make you smell funny, especially if you're not taking meds, you know? I can't smell all of them or anything," but it wasn't a great smell. "Next time, he can do whatever the fuck he wants and I won't stop him. Or help. Or anything except maybe eat popcorn," negative reinforcement was sometimes very effective.

"Word," Clint said, nodding. "Speaking of popcorn," he said, sort of changing the subject. "How do you feel about kettle corn instead? Salty and sweet."

Finishing the slice of pizza, he went back to his cereal, "Love the stuff, why?" Matt preferred sweeter things to spicy, and salty/savoury was always good. The best of both worlds!

"I'm gonna make it on Friday instead of regular popcorn and I wanted to make sure it'd work for you. I know sometimes tastes or whatever can be too strong." Clint grinned. "So kettle corn it is. Awesome."