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[yourbestguysgun]

[ Bucky's feed flickers on, the camera pointed up and above his head to where a sprig of mistletoe is sitting. He probably doesn't realise they're cursed right now, as evident from the laugh in his voice when he talks, the camera swinging back down to his amused and very smug grin. He's outside somewhere, wearing the scarf Steve's landlady had given him, tucked up under his chin. It's a little cold, but he doesn't seem bothered by it, too busy smirking. ]

Ah, my favourite part of the holiday season, ain't nobody allowed to say it different.

[ Really, he has no right to sound like a kid in a sweet shop, but there you go. He does, and he's not actually attempting to hide it. Mostly because he's an impossible charmer and he likes the ladies. ]

(( ooc: Posting and running for the daily activities but I knew I'd forget later. If you want to find Bucky and attack his face, please feel free. It can be as awkward as all hell too. Because I will laugh forever. ))

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[yourbestguysgun]

[ Well. Well. The future sure is forward, not that Bucky minds, from the brief flash of seeing her before their lips met, he knows she's definitely good looking.

Still, he's not usually the type to want to make out with random people. ]

[commarogue]

[ That's all right, she'll go ahead and keep on with the kissing, even as she tries to maneuver them out from under the offending plant.

Which takes a minute or so. Good smoochies up until then though. ]

Sometimes I don't hate the City.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Bucky laughs. ] Hell of a way to say howdy, doll. But I sure am glad to make your acquaintance.

[commarogue]

Call me Faith, and I'd shake your hand but I think we vaulted over that part already.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Means Bucky can go back to eating then, awesome. ]