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"... 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. :) ]

Well, kinda defeats having an escape route then.

Does that mean we can get pajamas?

[He pulls Bucky on his chest. He wants to be a mattress again]

[ Hooking one knee over him and half sprawling on Steve, voice muffled for a moment. ] Y'got some thing for pajamas?

They're comfortable.

Okay, fine, no more street clothes.

I guess I am an ambassador.

S'only 'cause you keep Barnesland warm, sorry t'tell you.

Only?

[Steve actually...is kind of sexy right now, because he pulls Bucky for a kiss. A very thorough one]

[ Dazed for a moment, goddamnit Steve. ]

'Kay, so maybe y'bring some other things to Barnesland too.

As long as we're clear.

[ Now he's sort of just half-staring at Stece's mouth. ] Crystal.

Good night, Bucky.

[Smiling.]

[ Resettling where he can hear the thump of Steve's heartbeat. ] Night, Mattress,.