-- 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. :) ]

Comments

/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.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Letting go of his jacket with a smile. ]

[punchedhitler]

[There is madness on the decks, as people are trying to figure out what's going on. Steve leads them through to where people are congregating around the lifeboats]

Isn't this ship supposed to be unsinkable?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He sticks close to Steve, scanning the crush of bodies and it's --

madness. ] S'what the papers said, yeah.

[punchedhitler]

Then why is everyone-

[Steve gets jostled away from Bucky and he yelps and reaches for him]

[yourbestguysgun]

Hey, watch it.

[ Bucky pushes past whoever it was trying to get through to the lifeboats, ducks in under someone to reach for Steve. ] The fuck is going on?

[punchedhitler]

Bucky there are little kids here-

[Yes he's getting on him about language]

I think we're evacuating?

[But clearly it's first class women and children first.]

[yourbestguysgun]

It's probably just a precaution.

[ But there's that creaking sound coming from somewhere and he doesn't look so sure. ]

[punchedhitler]

We should help.

[He looks around]

You should go start to get people and help them here, I'll help people on the lifeboats.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Hesitating for a second before he nods. ]

Okay, but be careful.