-- 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]

[ 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]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Watching her tail go mad with happiness. ]

She better come too, she might think we don't love her.

[punchedhitler]

You're going to need to get a bigger bed.

[yourbestguysgun]

Nope. I'm just gonna use you as a mattress.

[punchedhitler]

I'm not exactly soft.

[yourbestguysgun]

Warm though. That used t'be my job.

[punchedhitler]

Still your job.

[He leans.]

[yourbestguysgun]

So some things don't change?

[punchedhitler]

Most things, really.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Slumping against Steve. cheek pressed into his shoulder for a second while he strokes Crepe. ]

Good.