Post by pierce on Aug 11, 2017 22:34:35 GMT
Clint was glad that Chase could get on the same page as him as far as the prank went. Last thing they needed was him to drag his feet and get them caught again! After carefully sifting through the closet and finding nothing, Clint had a sinking feeling that they were going to take too long, or just long enough to risk Carla showing up. That got him searching a little faster, though he took care not to overlook anything as he did. “I don't know man... some people just use their closet for clothes I guess,” It didn't really matter much to him why the stash wasn't in the closet, all he wanted was to get the candy switched and get the heck out of there.
“Maybe under the bed? People hide stuff there,” he said absently, keeping his voice down and reaching under. When the bag rustled, he drew his arm back fast. Granted it was a sound that didn't really penetrate walls – but still, he didn't want a stupid bag to get anyone's attention. Who was he to assume Carla's roommates weren't there – that they didn't have a keen sense of hearing? When Chase offered out his phone, Clint nodded and reached for it. “It'll have to do.” With the light of the screen he was able to see the bag he had disturbed. Was that it? He really hoped so, because in order to get it out he'd have to make some noise. Looking up to his bro and giving his phone back, Clint broke the bad news. “We're gonna have to pull out this bag... this might... be it.” He reached for it again, clenching his fist around the top of it slow so it didn't crinkle that much. Bringing it out, Clint had to let it slide against the flooring gradually before letting go of it – sitting right in front of him.
Little by little he had to unfold the top of the bag, the crinkling impossible to really get around. But they need to make sure that this was her candy stash, oh man did he hope that this was what they were looking for!
“Maybe under the bed? People hide stuff there,” he said absently, keeping his voice down and reaching under. When the bag rustled, he drew his arm back fast. Granted it was a sound that didn't really penetrate walls – but still, he didn't want a stupid bag to get anyone's attention. Who was he to assume Carla's roommates weren't there – that they didn't have a keen sense of hearing? When Chase offered out his phone, Clint nodded and reached for it. “It'll have to do.” With the light of the screen he was able to see the bag he had disturbed. Was that it? He really hoped so, because in order to get it out he'd have to make some noise. Looking up to his bro and giving his phone back, Clint broke the bad news. “We're gonna have to pull out this bag... this might... be it.” He reached for it again, clenching his fist around the top of it slow so it didn't crinkle that much. Bringing it out, Clint had to let it slide against the flooring gradually before letting go of it – sitting right in front of him.
Little by little he had to unfold the top of the bag, the crinkling impossible to really get around. But they need to make sure that this was her candy stash, oh man did he hope that this was what they were looking for!