→ i know we'll make it anywhere away from here

[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. ]

Comments

[yourbestguysgun]

Already won this one over, and I didn't even have t'show her my uniform. Me an' Crepe are on the same level.

[signatures]

I always preferred the Russians, personally. More like the extreme sporting of chasing tail.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Ah, irony. ]

Not my favourite place, too cold.

[signatures]

I hate the country.

The women, though. Bloody loony.

[yourbestguysgun]

Kinda date you take your life in your hands on?

[signatures]

More or less. It didn't even have to be a date, some days.

[yourbestguysgun]

Forward of you.

[signatures]

I was just along for the ride.

[yourbestguysgun]

So that's what it's like down in Europe, huh?

[duplicities]

[ JUST PRETEND THERE IS A MORE DISPLEASED ICON THERE... ]

Oh really.

[signatures]

Absolutely.

[duplicities]

[ UNIMPRESSED ]

I assume you've something legitimate to base that statement off of.

[signatures]

Life's full of experiences.