-- 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

[punchedhitler]

[He's getting closer to inspect it and spots the matching on on the other hip]

You've got two.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ :| ]

It's fine, Rogers.

[punchedhitler]

Where did they come from? They're big!

[It seems getting Steve over naked Bucky is to give him something ot focus on]

[yourbestguysgun]

They'll fade in no time.

[ The fact that Steve doesn't know he's been doing it makes Bucky super reluctant about this. ] Can you pass me a towel?

[punchedhitler]

[Steve takes a step back, a furrow forming between his eyes, but he grabs a towel]

Where did you get them?

[yourbestguysgun]

I don't remember?

[ Stepping out to wind the towel around his waist. ]

[punchedhitler]

[He's like a dog with a bone, Bucky]

Did you fall somewhere?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ A blank look. ]

No. Look, Steve, buddy. It's not a big deal.

[punchedhitler]

[Ignoring you]

Because they look an awful lot like han-

[Oh.]

-ds.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Evenly. ] Don't freak out.

[punchedhitler]

[Bucky, you know him so well.]

Are those mine?

[yourbestguysgun]

Yeah.

[ Brushing his hair out of his eyes. ] It's fine.

[punchedhitler]

It's not -

I hurt you!

[yourbestguysgun]

You didn't, I'm fine.

[ Oh dear. ]

[punchedhitler]

Bucky.

[He looks at him]

I left bruises.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Shrugging. ] You're kinda strong.

[punchedhitler]

[Steve crosses his arms, then, which flatters his biceps but is designed to hide his hands]

Sorry.

[yourbestguysgun]

Steve.

[ Bucky takes a step forward, frowning at him. ] You didn't hurt me, okay? You didn't do anything wrong.

[punchedhitler]

You have matching bruises the shape of my hands.

I did hurt you.

[yourbestguysgun]

I'm pretty sure I was having a good time, y'know? [ Trying to coax him out of his funk. ] It's not a big deal.

[punchedhitler]

You should have said something.

[yourbestguysgun]

Like what?

[punchedhitler]

"Steve, stop."

[yourbestguysgun]

Oh, jesus christ. [ A hand running through his hair. ] Dude, it's not like you're beating me up, so you get a little rough sometimes, it's nice to see the enthusiasm.

[punchedhitler]

[Unhappy face]

I should tone it down.