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Matthew plopped down on the couch next to Clint. Tho he didnt stay sitting down for long, he dramatically moved to laying down, his head landing on Clint's lap with a huff. Clint chuckled. "Did someone have a long day?" Clint questioned, doing his best to reach the coffee table to put down his coffee mug. Matthew nodded. He lifted up his glasses a bit to rub his tired eyes. Though when he was lifting his glasses, he touched the lenses, leaving behind more finger prints. "Oh my god, Matthew." Clint groaned. Matthew tilted his head a bit to the side. "What?" His voice was filled with confusion. "Your glasses! They're so dirty!" Clint explained. "How do you expect to get loads of clients when you put finger prints on em!" Matt smiled a little. "Hand them over, let me clean em up." Matt's smile turned into a playful devilish grin.
He got up from his lap and stood up. "Maybe I like looking out of them like this!" Matthew spoke as he took a few steps away from Clint. "You can't even see! Why does it matter?" He groaned while standing up. Though he didnt get much of an answer besides Matt going over to the kitchen. Clint sighed knowing exactly what was about to happen. "You little shit." He went to go chase after Matthew. But he was quicker on his feet and flipped around him and ran for his rooftop entrance. Clint ran after him up to the rooftop. He knew that Matthew wouldn't run off into the city as he wasn't covering his face with anything besides his usual, dirty as hell, glasses. Clint guarded the door so that the blind man can't run back in. "Matthew pleaseee." He begged. Matthew grinned. "You have to kiss me first." That left the blonde smiling. "Well you could have said that sooner." Clint walked up to the brunette, cupped his face. But when Matt started to lean in, Clint snatched his glasses. Matt was in shock. How dare Clint use Matt's own distraction against him!
Clint quickly ran back inside and to the kitchen sink, Matt following him. Clint ran some water over the lenses and then cleaned them with his shirt. Clint held them up towards the light. He had a satisfied smile on his face. "There! All clean." He said. He went to go put them in their usual spot, away from Matt's grubby little fingers. Matthew playfully groaned. "Now we can kiss."