-- 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. :) ]

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[yourbestguysgun]

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

[latenightfondue]

[ He pauses at the offer, doing well not to show how surprised he is by it, and pushes himself up. ]

I'll bear that in mind, Bucky Boy, and I should check in on Cap more, see how he's fairing.

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah, do that. [ A jaunty, mocking wave. ]

[latenightfondue]

Tell him I'll be stopping by sometime, huh? [ He pets Crepe's head when she jumps down, follows him to the door, and then steps out, the door open a crack before closing for him to flash a grin and wink. ] See you soon, honey.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Calling out to him as the door closes. ] Stop flirting with my dog.

[latenightfondue]

[ Laughing, Howard makes his way back to his own apartment. ]