-- 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' --."

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

Comments

[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.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Bucky falls absolutely silent at that, staring somewhere past the couch he's on. He knows what happens to Steve, knows there's nothing he can do, but a part of him wants him to make Howard promise to protect him. ]

[latenightfondue]

[ Clambering up off the floor, Howard grabs another beer and flops onto the couch with the dog. ] Y'okay there, pal? Don't think I've ever heard you this quiet before.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Bucky just shakes his head, fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt. Crepe seems to acknowledge the mood change, crawls over to nose at his ankle. ] M'fine, never better.

[latenightfondue]

Yeah, sure, buddy, and y'look it too. [ Draining half of the beer, the effects slowly taking hold. ] Y'catch any bad guys lately?

[yourbestguysgun]

Distinct lack. Thinkin' after all the sand and crap, people just wanna be left alone. Can't be bothered to commit petty crimes or nothin'.

[latenightfondue]

If y'want an arrest on your sheet, I stole a couple'a fancy pens from City Solutions.

[yourbestguysgun]

You're not really worth the paperwork, Stark.

[latenightfondue]

Y'gotta do the paperwork? 'Cause I could give you a hand with that.

[yourbestguysgun]

Are you that bored?

[latenightfondue]

There ain't much to do with the lack of my own company to build up and orders to fill. Tempted to go suck up to that Tony guy, get more work.

[ He finishes the can of beer, throws it towards the small bin and misses, sheepishly picking it up with his feet to drop in. ]

Speaking of, I should probably be getting back.

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah. [ A pause. ] Look, the door's always open. Steve's usually around.