-- 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' --."

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

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[yourbestguysgun]

The dame in the book store wanted rid of 'em.

[ He has a stack that's propping up his mug of coffee. Setting the book and Crepe down to wander over. ]

You're home early.

[punchedhitler]

I thought you might get hungry. They feed me at the company canteen.

[He's unpacking food for both of them, though, wrapped up pastrami sandwiches and fries.]

[yourbestguysgun]

Oh hey, sandwiches. [ Grinning. ] Okay, so I can fend for myself, but if y'wanna come home and feed me, I ain't complainin'.

[punchedhitler]

[He grins back]

If I leave you to 'fend for yourself' you'll end up eating stale cheese and old apples.

[yourbestguysgun]

I'd still survive. Okay, maybe I'd be sick forever, but I'd be alive.

[punchedhitler]

Are you asking me to take care of you forever?

[yourbestguysgun]

Well, nah. [ Stealing a fry, he smirks. ] But could you live with the idea of me eating moldy apples by myself?

[punchedhitler]

[He blinks]

No, so I brought some real ones.

[Steve is still sort of entranced by the ample amounts of fruit available]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Leaning against the table. ]

S'nice not bein' on rations, huh?

[punchedhitler]

[He shakes his head]

It's nice to buy whatever I like again.

[Or, you know. For the first time ever.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Brightening. ]

So the security gig is treating you well, huh?

[punchedhitler]

Tony's really generous.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Look at this giddy boy face. ]

Yeah, he's been talkin' to me about sniper stuff, I reckon he ain't so bad.

[punchedhitler]

[A grin!]

Does that mean you're at a truce?

[He takes a big bite from his sandwich.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Pausing. ]

Maybe. But I'm only in it for the weapons, not 'cause I like him or nothing.

[punchedhitler]

That seems like a good enough reason to truce to me.

[He says after he chews and swallows.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Yeah, Bucky's not so polite. With his mouth full. ]

This is a good sandwich.

[punchedhitler]

[He just snorts.]

I brought home something else.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He's busy eating so he just raises an eyebrow in universal do tell, Steve speak. ]

[punchedhitler]

[From the bag he pulls out a large mason jar.]

It's a swear jar.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ NO FUCK YOU, NOW HE'S CHOKING. ]

Oh my god, you asshole.

[punchedhitler]

[His hand claps on Bucky's back, but he doesn't seem undeterred]

That's one orange, Bucky.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Glowering. At him. So hard. ]

What part of me bein' a goddamn grown man are you missing here?

[ Probably it's overshadowed by how much of a baby he is sometimes. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Undeterred]

If you weren't a grown man, I would spank you. Or wash your mouth out with soap.

[yourbestguysgun]

So you curse jar me? Really?

[ Folding his arms. ] What if I don't wanna play?