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[yourbestguysgun]

[ His device switches on, a big, black nose snuffling at the camera for a moment. There's a growl, and a yip of excitement before Bucky's voice can be heard, sounding far more hoarse and stuffed up than usual. ]

Crepe. As much as I'd like y'to destroy the damn thing, it isn't food and - [ Okay then, having to stop to sneeze six times in a row isn't good, he should have realised when he started to feel off last night. ] Damnit.

[ Bucky's footfalls are heavy as they cross his bedroom, the snuffling dog thumping her tail against the floor and licking Bucky's wrist as he reaches to pick up the device. The camera pans to the dog, Bucky ruffling the fur on the top of her head. ] Good girl. Now c'mon, back to bed.

[ It's 11am. Neither Bucky nor the dog seem to care. Crepe bounces off, jumps on to the empty, rumpled bed, and Bucky's sigh turns weary before he cuts the feed off. ]

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[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

Sick, then?

[ And look, you've got a dog! ] Hello there. Crepe, is it?

[yourbestguysgun]

Think so. Jus' my luck.

[ There's a sound through the line, Bucky falling back into the bundle of blankets before he puts the device back to his ear. ] Yeah, her name's Crepe. She wanted to be all fancy and french.

[waitedforyears.livejournal.com]

You got yourself a French girl, huh? She a good kisser?

[charring]

[Charlie switches her device to audio. There is the sound of something big being packed. And then fridge opening and closing.] I hear killing zombies with trucks is a good way to get rid of a cold. Also soup. Which I have. So you better at least have the door unlocked for me because I'll be there in twenty.

[This is her resolved tone of voice. There is no changing her mind.]

[yourbestguysgun]

Think my reflexes are fucked, sweetheart. So I'm hopin' you don't mean actual zombies, 'cause that don't sound all that wise right now.

[ Still, he doesn't argue, mostly because he's too busy sneezing again. ] It's unlocked.

[charring]

No. I could, all things considered. But if I did, I'd be the one doing the driving. You can try shooting them. I'm bringing my video games over and the system. [Wise man, that Bucky. Charlie turns off audio and heads over, She lets herself in and starts looking for Bucky.]

[intheblanks.livejournal.com]

[Audio: this accent is not all-American.]

Crepe?

[yourbestguysgun]

One of Steve's friend's idea. Seemed t'fit.

[intheblanks.livejournal.com]

Because she's... flat? Round?

French?

The dog's new?

[miraclenomore.livejournal.com]

Don't you sound lovely today.

[yourbestguysgun]

Awh, little sickness and I lose all my appeal, huh?

[miraclenomore.livejournal.com]

Not at all. Everyone gets sick now and again. It's how you deal with that that counts.

[forever-captain.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you need a nurse.

[yourbestguysgun]

Don't think y'have the legs for the skirt, but I could be wrong.

[forever-captain.livejournal.com]

Dunno. I've been told I look pretty good in a skirt.

[signatures]

Your dog's name is Crepe?

[ HOW SILLY. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

Some gal Steve knows reckoned it would be a good name for her. Apparently there's a theme.

[punchedhitler]

[He peeks his head in a few minutes later]

Bucky?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He has his pillow over his face. Maybe Steve won't realise he's sick and will go away again. ] Yeah?

[boutant]

Oh my god, you actually named her Crepe.

[ She had been kidding. Not that it's stopping her from being pleased about it... ]

[yourbestguysgun]

We need a French dame in our lives, an' she seemed t'like it.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Need some chicken and stars soup?

[yourbestguysgun]

Any more soup and I'll my swimmin' inside. My housemate is gettin' in touch with his maternal side.

[ironmanic.livejournal.com]

[Annnd now seamless transition to this post kuku]

You did the complete opposite of what I asked you to do, didn't you.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ You jinxed him. ]

Oh Christ, whatever boot you've come t'stick in, jus' get it over with Stark, okay?