@ofapocrypha // clint said: it's just like riding a really gross, fucked up bike.
"You are stupiiiiiiiid. That is, like, such a stupid thing to say."
Spirit slumps on her couch (alright, fine, it's only a futon—it folds and everything), feeling substantially worn down. Perhaps that's not how you're supposed to feel after a pep talk from your only good pseudo-big-brother, but that's where Spirit is at.
"I don't know how to ride a real bike, Clint. Come on."












