-- 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]

[ He's pretty sure his face is on fire, because for all Bucky is a progressive guy, he's still watching a blue movie with a dame, and a movie about two fellas too.

But he's curious, watches it anyway with his arms curled around the pillow she'd given him. It's only when they get going into it properly that is attention really catches. ]

Huh. [ So that's how it's done. ]

[waitedforyears]

[ Amy gives a hum in agreement, but mostly she's trying to be quiet and not make this any harder (heh, harder, yes she amuses herself) on Bucky, who looks like he might pass out because all his blood is in his head. Not quite where she thought it'd go, really. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

Well, this is educatin'.

[ But then he starts to laugh, can't really help it, because this is an odd fucking situation to find himself in and as much as he wants to know, he's also still him.

Leaning into her. ] I still don't get how you even have this.

[waitedforyears]

Giving you ideas?

[ Well. That works, then, and she's leaning back, grinning up at him. ] 'cause it's hot. And the internet's for porn.

[yourbestguysgun]

Uh.

[ A pause. ] Maybe. I don't know.

[waitedforyears]

Don't worry, we'll do proper research after. [ Look, she's on a mission now. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

Proper research? [ Oh god. ]

[waitedforyears]

Well, yeah. Can't just let you out in the world thinking you don't need lube or stuff.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Wait. ] I'm not trying to be a mechanic, Ames.

[waitedforyears]

[ ... ] yeah, you definitely need some research.