→ i'ma bleed a little poison out

[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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Bucky's going to hide with the booze tomorrow. >.>

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Why is he doing this? Oh my god, he's going to get so murdered. Tony's going to put a blaster-thing through his head and Steve may just help him hide the body.

But. Bucky has a reputation to uphold, hands coming to frame her face and kiss her back, all warm press of his mouth, because if he's going to kiss someone, he's going to do it properly. ]

Not all of it. Charlie is also going to hide with some. And be amused.

[charring]

[Bucky. Bucky, no. This is just not...okay, maybe it is. Yes. Yes, this is a good thing. And the hands on her face? Very nice touch, Barnes. This is a very nice kiss, her arms wrapping halfway around his waist. And then. The curse lets go and she pulls away quite quickly, turning just about as red as her hair, one hand going over her mouth. She's torn between feeling horrified, embarrassed and a desire to just not start laughing at how absurd that was.]

Well...[ffffuck what do?] Best kiss today, so far.

[charlie what did you just...oh, god.]

this is amazziiiiiiiiiiing.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ This is Bucky Barnes choking on his own breath, because okay. ] Uh - thanks, I guess? I work on it a lot.

it is it is. i can't---*dying*

[charring]

[She's going to look up at the mistletoe a moment, focusing on the plant. It's suddenly aflame, reduced to harmless falling ash in seconds. Once that's over with, she's going to inch away from Bucky just slightly, and yes, Bucky, she's actually very amused at what just happened. She's only just fighting the urge to laugh.]

I need to find Tony. HE BETTER HAVE A POST.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Well, fire. Kissing someone who's practically a sibling. Today's going good. ] It's the mistletoe, ain't it? It's fuckin' cursed.

hehehe oh god. this is a thing that needs to be.

[charring]

It probably is. That wasn't there when I sat down. I specifically chose this spot because of the lack of cursed parasite plant.

Welcome, Mr Stark, to the angriest kiss of your life.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Rubbing at his mouth, gazing around rather suspiciously. ] It's official, Christmas has turned on me.

SO I HERD U KISSED CHARLIE *angrykissing*

[charring]

Yeah. It has. [Charlie would lean her shoulder on his, as they usually do, but she's watching where the mistletoe was. Knowing her luck, it'd grow back when she least suspected it.]

Bucky would BITE HIM. Like, because he's going to kiss him, BUT HE BETTER BE AFRAID

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Scratching at his jaw. ] Hey, could be worse. [ Then a wink, he's trying to cheer you up by being a dork. ] I hear I'm quite a catch.

oh bucky no.

[charring]

[It's working. It always does. Damn you, Bucky. Let her be uncomfortable for once.] That's disturbing to hear considering I think of you as family.

[Teasing right back.]

STARK, YOU ARE GOING DOWN. >D

[yourbestguysgun]

[ No. She must forever succumb to his charm. ] Don't mean you can't appreciate how much of a stud I am, sweetheart. Maybe the city should be afraid.

HEHEHE

[charring]

I'll mass-text the city tomorrow. Hide your daughters! Hide your wives! Bucky's out on the town!

[yourbestguysgun]

See, now we're gettin' somewhere.

[charring]

Plus, anyone interested still has that screening process we discussed.

[yourbestguysgun]

I take it the thing’s rigorous.

[charring]

Two hundred essay questions. That's just the written exam.

[yourbestguysgun]

Hell, I hope I don't charm anybody jus' for that.