-- 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]

Don't I know it.

[latenightfondue]

Don't tell me you're regretting it already?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Sarcasm. ] M'overjoyed I got to save your ass, sure.

[latenightfondue]

Glad t'hear it, pal. [ A drink of beer. ] Steve out some place?

[yourbestguysgun]

He likes t'go to the park and draw stuff sometimes.

[latenightfondue]

Seen some'a them sketches once or twice, he's good.

[yourbestguysgun]

Yep. There was a reason he went to art school, man.

[latenightfondue]

Might get him to do one'a some day, have it frames on the wall. Put a stamp on the apartment.

[yourbestguysgun]

Hell, he'd probably like that.

[latenightfondue]

Y'think, huh? Next time I see the guy 'round, gonna ask him about that.

[yourbestguysgun]

He likes when people take an interest in his art.

[latenightfondue]

Does he do that smile thing? 'Cause it feels good to make Cap smile.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Narrowing his eyes. ] I guess

[latenightfondue]

A request for a handsome fella in a paiting's coming right up.

[yourbestguysgun]

Just don't bug him, okay?

[latenightfondue]

Is this you being over-protective'a him again or is there something up with Cap?

[yourbestguysgun]

There's nothing up with him. [ Bucky is just being overprotective. ]

[latenightfondue]

Thought so. Y'really need to deal with that, it ain't healthy.

[yourbestguysgun]

Oh bite me, buddy.

[latenightfondue]

Y'into that, huh? [ Finishing off the scotch, wriggling a brow. ] Here or should we go somewhere more private?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Closing his eyes. ] Fuck off.

Just pretend he was drinking beer and that I didn't mess up. >.>

[latenightfondue]

[ Grin. ] Can't do that, pal, how else'm I supposed to spend time with your precious dame.

OKAY.

[yourbestguysgun]

Which precious dame is that?

[latenightfondue]

[ Patting Crepe over, smirking as she leaves Bucky's knee for his own. He lifts her up, turns her to face him with their heads together. ]

If y'can't even remember your own, you ain't fit to keep her.

[yourbestguysgun]

Get away from my dog. [ >| Bucky closes his eyes though, beer bottle still in hand. ] She don't like smug bastards.