-- 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
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✔ Voicemail

[ ooc: action is also a-okay, if you know where to find him. :) ]

Comments

[action]

[punchedhitler]

Bucky.

[He says it softly, carefully]

Thank you.

[His hands go around Bucky's, then. Tight]

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

If I don't let you out o' my sight for a while, feel free t'just knock me out and make your escape, okay?

[action]

[punchedhitler]

I'm not going to fight you, Bucky.

[He gives him another kiss, this one to the corner of his mouth]

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Closing his eyes for a moment, he's still trying to quell the feeling in the pit of his stomach, leaning into his friend's space. ] Y'say that now, but when me and Crepe sit on you, you're gonna try.

[action]

[punchedhitler]

I wouldn't notice.

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

Uh huh.

[ Watching him quietly for a long moment. ]

[action]

[punchedhitler]

[Steve watches back]

I'm not going anywhere.

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

Better fuckin' not. I'd set fire to the kitchen the minute you left.

[action]

[punchedhitler]

Is that how you'll control me? By threatening fire damage?

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

Think of what the landlady'd say. [ It comes out with less emphasis than usual, but he almost smiles. ]

[action]

[punchedhitler]

I'm not going anywhere as long as you promise the same.

Re: [action]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He nods, even though it's going to take a while. ] 'Kay.

[action]

[punchedhitler]

Come on.

[He lifts Bucky and stands up]

Bed?

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

You've got to stop lifting me up like m'a swoonin' princess.

[ But don't. ]

: [action]

[punchedhitler]

Too late.

[Carrying him fireman style to the bed]

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

You're a jerk. [ But he's not likely to try and make him stop, because that would break the touching. ]

[action]

[punchedhitler]

[He drops him on the bed and takes his coat off, finally]

We're slobs, you know that, right?

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

Speak for yourself.

[ A pause, gathering his knees up to his chest. ] How're we?

[action]

[punchedhitler]

We sleep in our street clothes, for one.

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

Easier t'run the fuck away.

[action]

[punchedhitler]

In the middle of the night? To where?

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Deadpan. ] I sleep with my gun under my pillow. Do I look like I'm reasonable when it comes to escape plans?

[action]

[punchedhitler]

We're gonna have to figure this out.

[action]

[yourbestguysgun]

Where you'd run to?

[action]

[punchedhitler]

Where I'd come find you.