-- 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

[punchedhitler]

I'd put you through a wall.

[He's holding on, damn it.]

[yourbestguysgun]

Spoilsport.

[ Curling his arms around Steve's waist, because he gets that something has turned in Steve's head. ] Hey, hey. You don't have to do anythin' you don't wanna do, right? I can wait. I just want you to be happy.

[punchedhitler]

[Steve nods]

If I let you go, it's only because your best girl is looking at you and wagging her tail.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Brushing his lips against Steve's temple before he lets go, turn to the dog who is mightily unhappy she's being ignored. ] Do you want a kiss to?

[punchedhitler]

[She gets on her hind legs and dances for a second. Yes. Steve can't help but laugh.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Leaning down to kiss her on the head, but she takes that as a cue to lick his face all over. ]

[punchedhitler]

Clearly you don't need me around.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Lifting her up into his arms so she can gain access to Steve too. Ha. ] 'Course I do.

[punchedhitler]

[He closes his eyes, drool everywhere]

Thanks.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Laughing as he carries her away from the door and to the couch. ] He don't like it when we drool on him.

[punchedhitler]

Do you blame me?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Sprawling over the couch, Crepe scrambling over his chest to nose under his chin. ] Yup. Who could resist us, huh?

[punchedhitler]

I just resist drool.

[Steve watches this domesticity unfold]

[yourbestguysgun]

You should sleep in my bed tonight.

[ Scritching behind Crepe's ears. ]

[punchedhitler]

[Pause]

Together?

[He's just making sure. They've slept in the same bed before, usually to converse heat, though.]

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah.

[ Not looking at Steve. ] No funny business, promise. S'just I think I'd like t'know you were there, y'know.

[punchedhitler]

Sure.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Smiling. Crepe's now half on his shoulder. ] Okay. I'll uh - if I start dreamin', kick me.

[punchedhitler]

Sure.

[He'll probably hold Bucky, actually.]

[yourbestguysgun]

Gotta put that strength to good use.

[punchedhitler]

By kicking you in the night? I don't think Erskine would approve.

[He scoots Bucky over a little and wedges himself onto the couch]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Crepe is just going to try and climb Steve now. Hi Steve, hi. ] It's for a valiant cause.

[punchedhitler]

I'll figure some way to not hurt you when I wake you up.

[yourbestguysgun]

Well, I give you full right if I'm being a noisy jerk.

[punchedhitler]

[He just leans over on Bucky. Lean. As he scratches Crepe on the ears]