-- 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

[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?

[punchedhitler]

[Folds his arms back]

I think I can out-stubborn you, Barnes.

/cackling

[yourbestguysgun]

[ sdfghjkl;' ]

Why should I?

8D

[punchedhitler]

Because you like me.

[Grin]

[yourbestguysgun]

Not that much.

[ You are a meanie. ]

[punchedhitler]

I won't charge you while we're...well.

[You know. Having sex.]

[yourbestguysgun]

You tricked me.

[ Accusing poke in the chest. ] With sandwiches and Steve time. You can't do that.

[punchedhitler]

I'm Captain America, I can do whatever I like.

[He catches Bucky's finger]

[yourbestguysgun]

I knew fame'd go to your head.

[ Grumpgrumpgrump. ] Part of the Howlin' Commando initiative is to swear as colourfully as y'fuckin' can. You're taking away my right.

[punchedhitler]

[He recognizes this grumpy, and lets go of Bucky's hand]

Just in the apartment.

You can tell Amy it applies to her, too.

[He knows she swears in his apartment]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Huff. Huff. He will think ASSHOLE really loudly. How about that. ]

Okay, explain your rules t'me.

[punchedhitler]

[Luckily thinking is still private.]

No swearing in the apartment except during private business. For anyone. A swear is an orange coin in the jar.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He pauses, then plucks two coins out of his pocket, tosses them in. ]

Just so you know, I will get my revenge.

[punchedhitler]

[Steve beams!]

I don't doubt it.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Flicking him in the forehead. ]

Quit smiling. [ Though that's only so Bucky won't smile too. ]

[punchedhitler]

[He kisses him]

Better?

[yourbestguysgun]

Don't think you can win me over, Mister.

[ You can so win him over. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Another kiss.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Well, fuck. ]

Sandwiches and kissing isn't my weak point, okay?

[punchedhitler]

Okay. If you say so, I believe you.

[yourbestguysgun]

You're an -

[ ASDFTVGHDSJSKAL. ] Shut up.

[punchedhitler]

[Oh, he's pleased as punch]

I appreciate the effort, Bucky.

[yourbestguysgun]

I hate you.

[ He doesn't. ] Crepe is my only love now.