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xp_logsPost-sparring, Clint and Matt work out a bare-bones plan for what's happening when for the holidays.
Clint ran his towel along the back of his neck and down his chest before scrubbing his face off with it. "Man, Matt," he said, half-laughing as he slung the damp fabric over one shoulder. "That was a great sparring session. I obviously need to incorporate more wall flips into my workouts. You nearly got me."
"'Nearly?'" Matt repeated laughing as he practically chugged his Gatorade, "I did get you! Your heart rate spiked and I could practically smell your confusion over your BO!" Not that he smelled any better.
"Yeah, yeah -- whatever," Clint said, pulling the towel off to half-heartedly flick it at Matt's shoulder even though they were too far apart for it to actually connect. "You still didn't actually knock me over." They'd figured out pretty quickly that the best way to fuck with his propriosception was to hurl as many things at him at the same time as possible. Group them closely enough together and there was no way he could dodge all of them -- his only options were retreat, finding cover, or taking hits. He was just about to continue when his phone rang with an incoming text from Sam. "Huh," he said after reading the message.
"," Matt began, then paused. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything's okay. Sam's just asked if I wanna go to Kentucky with him and the rest of the Guthries for Christmas. They're leaving on the 21st, so... if I do, we'll need to move up Christmas dinner with the dads and everybody. What d'you think?"
"They'll move it," Matt said confidently, "And likely suggest that Lucinda and the kids come visit in the spring. And try to guilt you into staying like it's their job," they had amazingly supportive dads though. "Just like they did when you were off all over the place and missed holidays."
"You're right," Clint said, nodding a little. "But I can tell you right now, Lucinda Guthrie's not setting foot in any of our houses. That woman's made Sam's life hell and I don't like her on principle. Pretty sure she straight up hates me." He made a face as she shoved his phone back into his gym bag. "I can let the dads know. You wanna handle your peeps and I'll get Barney & Co? And the Guthries, actually?"
"Ugh, do you have to invite Barney?" Matt was not a fan, even as he understood, "And I get it. I think it could be great entertainment though. Lucinda meeting the dads. Them being them. She'd be eviscerated." And wouldn't that be loverly? Not nice, but well, karma was a bitch.
"Yeah, I gotta invite Barney," Clint said, ever patient with his younger brother when it came to his older one. "Laura and the kids'll be coming, too. I know you like them despite yourself." He quirked a smile. Growing up, things had been pretty rough until he'd been fostered and adopted by the Kimura-Murdocks and Barney hadn't made things easier after his placement there. Matt had been there for a lot of the bad patches in his relationship with his elder brother and, like any good sibling, held a grudge for Clint even when Clint himself had long since laid it to rest. "Besides, I don't wanna invite Lucinda. She'd ruin Christmas despite the dads and I think we all deserve at least one celebration that's relatively stress-free. If I thought I could get away with it, I'd try and work something out so every time she started being a bitch I could press a button and zap her."
That would be so useful. Alas. "Fine. Family. Can't live with them, can't duct tape them to the wall. That would be so useful," Clint had done that to him when he was maybe 13? Stuck to the wall laughing like hyena and the dad's had gotten so mad that they'd messed up a huge chunk of wall that the entire wall had to be repaired. It has been worth it though.
Clint grinned. "I mean, I thought so. At the time." He grabbed his bag and walked over to Matt, slinging his arm around his brother's shoulders as he dragged him out of the room. "But awesome. Hopefully everybody'll be able to make it early. I'll let the dads know, too, and then pass along the date they say would be best."
"Clinton Francis!" Matt pushed him away with a face, "You stink! But yeah, let me know so I can let mine know."
Cackling the cackle of older siblings everywhere, Clint resisted the impulse to rub his towel in Matt's face. His senses were no joke, something he'd learned very early on after his brother came to live with them. He headed for the door, calling over his shoulder, "I'ma shower upstairs, you wanna swing by for dinner? I got that turkey you like from the deli."
"Yeah, okay," he agreed, "AND USE SOAP!" he called after his brother, heading to his own suite.
Clint ran his towel along the back of his neck and down his chest before scrubbing his face off with it. "Man, Matt," he said, half-laughing as he slung the damp fabric over one shoulder. "That was a great sparring session. I obviously need to incorporate more wall flips into my workouts. You nearly got me."
"'Nearly?'" Matt repeated laughing as he practically chugged his Gatorade, "I did get you! Your heart rate spiked and I could practically smell your confusion over your BO!" Not that he smelled any better.
"Yeah, yeah -- whatever," Clint said, pulling the towel off to half-heartedly flick it at Matt's shoulder even though they were too far apart for it to actually connect. "You still didn't actually knock me over." They'd figured out pretty quickly that the best way to fuck with his propriosception was to hurl as many things at him at the same time as possible. Group them closely enough together and there was no way he could dodge all of them -- his only options were retreat, finding cover, or taking hits. He was just about to continue when his phone rang with an incoming text from Sam. "Huh," he said after reading the message.
"," Matt began, then paused. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything's okay. Sam's just asked if I wanna go to Kentucky with him and the rest of the Guthries for Christmas. They're leaving on the 21st, so... if I do, we'll need to move up Christmas dinner with the dads and everybody. What d'you think?"
"They'll move it," Matt said confidently, "And likely suggest that Lucinda and the kids come visit in the spring. And try to guilt you into staying like it's their job," they had amazingly supportive dads though. "Just like they did when you were off all over the place and missed holidays."
"You're right," Clint said, nodding a little. "But I can tell you right now, Lucinda Guthrie's not setting foot in any of our houses. That woman's made Sam's life hell and I don't like her on principle. Pretty sure she straight up hates me." He made a face as she shoved his phone back into his gym bag. "I can let the dads know. You wanna handle your peeps and I'll get Barney & Co? And the Guthries, actually?"
"Ugh, do you have to invite Barney?" Matt was not a fan, even as he understood, "And I get it. I think it could be great entertainment though. Lucinda meeting the dads. Them being them. She'd be eviscerated." And wouldn't that be loverly? Not nice, but well, karma was a bitch.
"Yeah, I gotta invite Barney," Clint said, ever patient with his younger brother when it came to his older one. "Laura and the kids'll be coming, too. I know you like them despite yourself." He quirked a smile. Growing up, things had been pretty rough until he'd been fostered and adopted by the Kimura-Murdocks and Barney hadn't made things easier after his placement there. Matt had been there for a lot of the bad patches in his relationship with his elder brother and, like any good sibling, held a grudge for Clint even when Clint himself had long since laid it to rest. "Besides, I don't wanna invite Lucinda. She'd ruin Christmas despite the dads and I think we all deserve at least one celebration that's relatively stress-free. If I thought I could get away with it, I'd try and work something out so every time she started being a bitch I could press a button and zap her."
That would be so useful. Alas. "Fine. Family. Can't live with them, can't duct tape them to the wall. That would be so useful," Clint had done that to him when he was maybe 13? Stuck to the wall laughing like hyena and the dad's had gotten so mad that they'd messed up a huge chunk of wall that the entire wall had to be repaired. It has been worth it though.
Clint grinned. "I mean, I thought so. At the time." He grabbed his bag and walked over to Matt, slinging his arm around his brother's shoulders as he dragged him out of the room. "But awesome. Hopefully everybody'll be able to make it early. I'll let the dads know, too, and then pass along the date they say would be best."
"Clinton Francis!" Matt pushed him away with a face, "You stink! But yeah, let me know so I can let mine know."
Cackling the cackle of older siblings everywhere, Clint resisted the impulse to rub his towel in Matt's face. His senses were no joke, something he'd learned very early on after his brother came to live with them. He headed for the door, calling over his shoulder, "I'ma shower upstairs, you wanna swing by for dinner? I got that turkey you like from the deli."
"Yeah, okay," he agreed, "AND USE SOAP!" he called after his brother, heading to his own suite.
