Thrift Shop Threads

[notjustaface]

The jobs were sort of an accident, probably one Hannibal intended all along given it made life on the run all the more difficult. It certainly wasn't Face's first choice of ways to scratch together a little bit of cash.

And it was a little. A very depressing little.

Little enough that a cover ID requiring a decent suit under rack price - far under rack price.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," he shakes his head - staring at the thrift store's hand-lettered sign. "Clothes come here to die."

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[notjustaface]

"Shame is guys that wear swimsuits in the showers." His grin spreads slightly and lifts the pink plush up so it's weasel/ottery head pokes under his chin through the curtain.

"Wiggles just wanted a little peek before the promised main event."

[notthatcrazy]

"Face, what have I told you about corrupting the stuffed animals?"

He looks Wiggles in her freakishly large blue plastic eyes before reaching out to pat her plush little head.

"Hello there."

[notjustaface]

"I think that she is a very, very special exception." He squeezes it and a soft squeak heralds his way into the dressing room, closing the curtain tight behind him.

"I was just minding my own business when she poked right out at me and demanded to meet someone very special."

He flashes a warm smile; "And you're about as special as they come, baby."

[notthatcrazy]

He can't really argue with that. Nor does he really want to.

"You are a terrible influence and I love you for it."

[notjustaface]

"You better," he leans in closer, giving it another squeak.

"I'm a Ranger with a pink cuddly... otter thing."

He doesn't mind being a bad influence, someone has to do it.

[notthatcrazy]

"Yeah... I have no idea what that is."

It appears to be holding a seashell, so some kind of aquatic mammal is probably a safe guess.

"She's cute. Thank you." He leans over to give him a soft peck on the cheek. "Whaddya say we pay for this stuff and go home?"

[notjustaface]

The gentle brush against his cheek is enough to draw a smile - and he can only assume indulging his inner child earned him a ticket out of the store without a copy of Beaches and a few stacks of comics.

"I think that's a great idea." Whatever home is, lately it's been a matter of where they can scam a bed or a decent floor for a few days or a few hours.

[notthatcrazy]

Home, to him, is wherever Face is. Obviously.

And if it's somewhere they can be alone together... all the better.

"Lead the way, Wiggles."

[notjustaface]

Snorting back a laugh, he eyebrows the small stack of jeans and lets the pink thing lead the way to the register where after lightening the wallet they're the proud owners of some new threads...

And an Ottery goddess of pink who's picked Murdock's lap as a place to snuggle down in the passenger seat of the van.

"I'm thinking we could use a detour to relax a bit."

[notthatcrazy]

She's a very nice little... bug-eyed otter thing.

"What'd ya have in mind?"

[notjustaface]

Now that... is a loaded question if there ever was one. It's been a while since they've been on better terms again - and then getting time alone that isn't delegated to any number of other things they have to get done took up most of it.

"There's about ten miles of woods between here and the shack - I'm sure we could find a place to roll around in the grass."

[notthatcrazy]

He laughs, playing with the otter's two-toned pink tail.

"Never figured you for the outdoorsy type."

They've spent plenty of time in the wilderness on missions, of course, but he'd never expected him to wanna do it by choice.

"Might be fun though."

[notjustaface]

"Might?" He quirks an eyebrow, offering a cocky grin. "I'll find a place..."