-- 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

[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.

[latenightfondue]

Y'do, don't you, darling? [ Tailing swishing back and forth, she starts to lick his face enthusiastically. ] She loves me, Bucky Boy, and y'can't come between our bond.

[yourbestguysgun]

Don't catch anythin' off'a him, Crepe. Vets are expensive.

[ Still with his eyes closed. ]

[latenightfondue]

Y'got yourself a grumpy master, don'tcha, sweetheart?

[ His foot 'accidentally' knocks Bucky's leg as he rolls around on the floor with the excited dog. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ In a tone of voice that implies he's talking to Crepe and Crepe alone. ] Only when vermin crawl into the house, sweetie.

[latenightfondue]

[ He's laughing, because, seriously, nothing can touch him. Not that he'll ever let show. ] That ain't what you were saying when y'found out how much I helped save Cap's behind once or twice.