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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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[yourbestguysgun]

[ He ends up slouching out of the bedroom, Crepe at his heels, happy enough to bound after Bucky before scrambling over to Charlie to say hello. ]

You probably shouldn't be in here with me, I'm infectious.

[charring]

[She just shrugs and leaves out how she's usually sick as hell all winter, anyway. Instead, she sets the soup down on a nearby surface and bends, smiling as she gives Crepe some love and attention, scratching behind the dogs ears. There's a very large backpack sitting nearby.] I'll be fine. I also brought you some Nyquil.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Clearly there's no point arguing with her, so he doesn't, just runs a hand through his hair and lets out a sigh. ]

Okay, I'll avoid breathin' your way.

[charring]

[She's expecting to get bitched at when he's feeling later.] I realized I have yet to teach you about video games. Figured this'd be an okay time to try. You in? It requires sitting, barely moving your fingers and occasionally swearing at the television. Well, once I get the thing set up. That won't take long, though.

[yourbestguysgun]

We don't know how to make the television work. [ He sits down on the couch, Crepe jumping up beside him and trying to curl up in his lap. ] I'm not sure if it's broken or not, or it's jus' us. Maybe it's us.