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𝓜𝓻. 𝓜𝓪𝔂𝓸𝓻

𝖙𝖊𝖝𝖙, 𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖔 (𝔲𝔫;𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖉𝖔𝖌)

𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 (𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖋𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊)

𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖇 𝖛𝖕 (𝔰𝔞𝔣𝔢 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢)

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𝖛𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖗 (𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔫, 𝔠𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔠, 𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔩)

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[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. ]