-- 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]

[ Crepe makes a noise of delight underneath the table, Bucky just laughs, wrapping an arm around Steve's neck and leaning in. ]

You should come home early more often.

[punchedhitler]

Maybe I w-

What is the dog doing?

[He looks under the table where she is currently snout-deep in Bucky's sandwich]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Chuckling. ]

Hey, we could bribe her with food into likin' us again.

[punchedhitler]

[He just watches. The sandwich is long gone.]

We're not good dog-owners, are we?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Crepe wags her little tail. ]

She's our baby, she was never destined for behavin'.

[punchedhitler]

[He gets down on all fours to try and take the sandwich from her. She looks confused for a second then sad as he managed to grab it.]

[yourbestguysgun]

Captain America stole your sandwich, kid.

[punchedhitler]

Technically it's yours.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Jumping off the table to scoop her up. ]

I'd share my sandwich with you, sweetheart.

[punchedhitler]

[She wags her tail and kisses Bucky on the face]

You trying to make me jealous?

[yourbestguysgun]

Is it working?

[ She's chewing his collar now. ] Hey Crepe, y'think you can convince him to come cuddle with us?

[punchedhitler]

I'll pick you up like you're a dame, Barnes.

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah, y'seem t'like doing that.

[ Squirming at a cold nose against his neck, Bucky smiles. ] I can still walk, y'know.

[punchedhitler]

Well walk over to the couch, soldier.

[Because that's where Steve is headed.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He does so, carrying the dog who wriggles but lets him, tries to scramble over to Steve. ]

Easy there.

[punchedhitler]

[He sits and grabs Crepe first]

Hey, sweetheart.

[She wags her tail harder and takes over his lap]

I think that means there's no space for you.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Flopping down beside him. ]

Ladies first, that's the way it's gotta be.

[punchedhitler]

[He nudges closer and puts his arm around Bucky]

Because you're a gentleman?

[yourbestguysgun]

Damn straight.

[ Stroking her fur, leaning into Steve's space. ]