-- oh dear diary, we fell apart.

[yourbestguysgun]

"... What do you mean record a message? Ain't the whole point it bein' the other way round. Stupid piece o' --."

☎ Call
☏ Text
✔ Voicemail

[ ooc: action is also a-okay, if you know where to find him. :) ]

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[punchedhitler]

Come on, lets...let's see what the Captain announces.

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah.

[ Just starting off. ]

[punchedhitler]

[He tugs at Bucky's arm]

Don't lose sight of me.

[He doesn't think to make Bucky promise. It shouldn't be necessary.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He turns back at the tug, gives Steve a smile. ]

Won't, now c'mon.

[punchedhitler]

[He holds onto Bucky's sleeve as they go back inside - there's panic]

Where do you think we should go? Our cabin? Up to the lifeboats?

[yourbestguysgun]

Maybe. [ He pauses, holds still for a moment. ] We're not gonna hear a word down here with everyone freaking.

[punchedhitler]

[He nods - there's lurching, too]

You're not panicked, right?

[yourbestguysgun]

When do I ever panic?

[ A little, but they're going to be fine if they don't let it get to them. ] C'mon, let's go this way.

[punchedhitler]

[Steve lets go of Bucky's sleeve and follows him]

When you were pretty convinced the jellyfish would eat the ship.

/sob

[yourbestguysgun]

They're nasty little shits.

[ Leading them both down a corridor. ] 'Sides, too cold for jellyfish now.

/lol

[punchedhitler]

[People are pouring out of the cabins, asking what's going on]

It's too cold for a lot of things.

I want to get my sketchpads.

steve rogers, stop causing me pain

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Looking up. ] Sure. Let's go fetch 'em.

;-;

[punchedhitler]

[He reaches and grabs Bucky's sleeve again, holding tight onto it, and tugs him towards their cramped cabin. It's hard to get there, but when they do it's quiet and private. The other people sharing it already left]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Rounding toward Steve, keeping his voice quiet. ] You okay?

[punchedhitler]

[Steve nods after a second, looking down at his best friend and reaching for his extra coat and a couple of sketchbooks.]

Yeah. I'm all right.

[His hypervigilance, though, suggests otherwise.]

[yourbestguysgun]

We'll be fine, promise.

[ Bucky doesn't have anything he feels is particularly of worth, so he just hovers. ]

[punchedhitler]

[He hands a sketchbook to Bucky and his back foot taps the door closed, holds it there to press a kiss to Bucky's forehead.]

You're right. We'll be fine.

I KNOW I'M GONNA CRY BY THE END OF THIS THREAD

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Relaxing a little bit. ]

Yeah, so no worrying.

/gently holds

[punchedhitler]

No worrying.

Here, your coat has better pockets for my sketchpad.

[on the inside. He tucks it in there]

asdfghjkl; the sketchbook, noooooo.

[yourbestguysgun]

I won't leave it anywhere this time.

WEEP

[punchedhitler]

I appreciate that. Considering you lost what, three of them in Paris?

[He's joking, see, this can't be that serious, but then there's another lurch]

MICI WHY ARE YOU STOMPING ON MY HEART.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Fingers curling into Steve's jacket for a moment, like he wants to steady himself and hold on. ]

Not my fault.

OUT OF LOVE. I HURT YOU BECAUSE I LOVE YOU

[punchedhitler]

[He can't help but hold onto Bucky at that moment]

Right, it was those French girls who distracted you.

/throws self to floor

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Smiling. ]

Uh huh. Sure. [ Then. ] We should - we should go and find out what's goin' on.

[punchedhitler]

[He takes a breath and nods]

Come on.