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→ i'ma bleed a little poison out

[ 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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[ If he's laughing like he's five again, ignore that. IGNORE THE WHOLE NIGHT. ]

[They are both laughing like they're five. Steve has never run like this before, just run to run. He catches Bucky halfway, hefts him up over his shoulder and gets them home, dumping him on the floor of the apartment]

[ Did you want to stay upright? Because Bucky's tackling you at the knees now. ] Cheater.

[He topples like a tree and is laughing]

Come on I never got to do that sort of thing!

[ Beating him with a couch cushion. ] I'm not some dame y'can pick up.

I'd never do that to a dame.

I'd set her down gentle.

[He is fending off the cushion - poorly]

[ That sets Bucky off with his laughter, trying to fake smother him. ] Jerk.

[Steve is cracking up too okay]

You keep calling me that but I don't think you mean it.

I do, you're the worst, absolute worst.

And you stick around! My bed must be really warm.

Oh yeah, it's the only reason I put up with you.

Actually, screw you, I'm gettin' in it. [ One last hit for luck though. ]

[Laughing, he doesn't get up when Bucky does, he just lies there on the floor of the apartment.

Too many thoughts]

[ Which is why Bucky's head appears over the side of the couch like a minute later. ] If you burn a hole through out roof thinkin' it'll get cold.

Well one of us in this place has to do the thinking.

[He lies there for another minute before he gets up]

[ His scarf ends up dumped over the couch when he unwinds it, talks as he walks away. ] Ain't gonna get me nowhere, so why would I?

Goodnight, Bucky.

[ Turning to mock salute before disappearing. To probably freak out silently. Or something. ]

[Steve goes into his own room to lie on the bed and think and feel everything that any human could possibly feel ever]

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