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[oorah]

𝓜𝓻. 𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓸𝓻

𝖙𝖊𝖝𝖙, 𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖔 (𝔲𝔫;𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖉𝖔𝖌)

𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 (𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖋𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊)

𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖇 𝖛𝖕 (𝔰𝔞𝔣𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢)

𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊𝕮𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝕶𝖔𝖚𝖙 (𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔯)

𝖔𝖈𝖈𝖚𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 (𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖍 : ₁₀₋₃ | 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖑 : ₁₁₋₇ | 𝖋𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖕)

𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖗 (𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔫, 𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔠, 𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔩)

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[oorah]

[ he reads it all. he internalizes it all. he'll remember the phraseology hawkeye used. but he skips to the end, as ever. ]

average is good in this place.
enjoy it while it lasts

eta 8 minutes

[swill]

[Sleep latency averages 15 minutes, unless a person has worked four 48 hour days that week, in which case the buffer zone between Awake and Not is magically non-existent. This is not one of those weeks, and Hawkeye's finding it just as hard to keep himself conscious. It's a full-blown effort, which is a rarity coming from him. It's also not the first time he's dragged his own corpse fitfully away from the Land of Nods for extended periods. You learn some tricks, when other people depend on you and you can't depend on yourself.

Like sinking into the old chair and reclining way back into it, in the reception area of the hospital's front. Seven minutes is enough to close his eyes and hang his head and force a blanket of Nothing over errant thoughts. It's stupidly easy for his breath to even itself out and Hawk already dreads the cat nap as much as he finds himself looking forward to it. He promises himself he'll make sense some day.

Of course, when Frank arrives, he's still not asleep-- but he's in that tried and true half-way point which has long since been dubbed Good Enough.

Some extra light pours into the front desk. Hawkeye genuinely grimaces and curses silently before he opens his eyes, still frowning, as if being woken was Frank's fault and not part of the script at all. The solar panels and battery pack are there, having been neatly dropped off and... not touched after that. And Hawkeye is in his same clothes and still grouching at His Hero when he makes to stand. But first:]

funny thing about being a surgeon.
I'm useless with my hands.

[oorah]

[ he hasn't acquired any new bruises and he's still on the black jumpsuit. which might be a little because jess told him it suited him, even if he'd never admit it. frank manages to silently enter the place, if only because he'd been here several times before. he knows some of its tricks, but he's looking forward to unravelling more. spotting hawkeye immediately, he makes his way in short strides, his expression jerking a bit apologetically at waking the other man. even if he knows he has nothing to be sorry for. and even if he knows hawkeye wouldn't have been "napping" during an 8 minute eta if he really intended to be undisturbed.

frank eyes the tech that seems to have been haphazardly dropped off, he knows he can start this job and have david check it. he picks up things more quickly than he'd ever let on, so hawkeye was right to ask for his help. he's also maybe the least likely to ask for something in return. he still feels like he owes a debt to every person here. without being told for once in his stupid life, frank pulls out his device, knowing hawkeye well enough from their previous interactions to know he'll have something witty to say and he doesn't want to miss it.

a surgeon. it's interesting, but he doesn't comment or even let the interest through on his face. "md" was apt after all, maybe not such a stretch. but his fucking username is hotdog so he never knows what people are up to around here. for the most part, he prefers to stay ignorant. ]

yeah well you're gonna have to get handsy if you want my help [ how has frank castle made it this far in life. literally doesn't notice what's wrong with that wording- ] putting these up

[ there's a beat and he looks around, noting the small differences that hawkeye has affected. it'll take a long time if he really intends to fix this place up, but frank will be there every step of the way if he's needed. ]

where do you need the most power?

[swill]

[He's standing now, stretching long arms over his head and he'd be letting out one of those contagious and jawbreaking yawns if he could get away with it. Alley cat, mangey and unkept and hell-bent on making the life of the one bachelor who fed him table scraps a little more interesting.

His wrath seems placated by the guilty look of Hotdog and he peers curiously at the equipment too, following Frank's gaze as if Hawkeye hadn't spent the past entire day staring at the blue, flat mirrors. It's a surprise that the guy gets his gadget out and Hawkeye has already apparently mastered the look of anticipation of some stereotyped teen girl, leaning his entire upper half over the desk, elbows propping him up, hands at the ready to reply.

He facepalms instead, cradling his head in his two open hands, hair tossed forward by the abruptly hanging head.

Oy vey.

The few seconds hiding from the bastard saves Hawk the embarrassment of-- this. That. Hawk pinches the bridge of his nose. Wills the dry burn found there to ease up some. Bastard did it on purpose and it's a special kind of punishment to be unable to laugh, because for once in a very long, long time, Hawkeye raises his head and looks sincerely, bafflingly amused.

He decides he's keeping him.]

I'm better with my mouth.

[Yapping, yelling, yelping... giving directions, better than taking them. Hawk abandons his desk (and phone, absentmindedly) and strolls down the left hall. He'll pass Frank close enough to get the idea to brush up against him, but won't. Well-- come along, lackey. O.R. is this way.]

[oorah]

[ even the silent yawn threatens to be contagious, and his nostrils flare with the effort not to copy. he's expecting a serious reply from hawkeye for once, so he watches his device intently to indeed receive his orders. he's gotten and followed far too many of those here, but at least this would serve a purpose for the entire community. though maybe it isn't even so selfless as that, he's really just looking for distraction; and hawkeye had proven himself an exceptional talent in that field.

case in point is the text he gets in place of a practical reply for where he wants the panels. frank blinks a few times, then reads his own message back and cracks into a wide grin. he really hadn't caught onto the innuendo in that moment, and that somehow makes it even funnier. when hawkeye abandons his device and comes close, frank pockets his device and anticipates the contact that never comes. he doesn't let it throw him for long, following closely at the other man's heels. his previous trips to the hospital had been quick and dirty supply runs, but now he's taking the time to catalogue everything he sees.

the operating room had definitely seen better days, but it's a good place to start, he thinks. he glances over at hawkeye to get his assessment. ]