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[ 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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"I like it". I lived in Paris for five years before I showed up here.

[ There's a laugh of her own. ] My roommate has a dog named Pancake and I have a bird named Waffle. [ She didn't name him, but he's her bird now. ] Maybe once you're feeling better, the Breakfast Club can get together and play fetch or something.

Yeah?

[ Oh good, something still stands of Europe. ] That sounds swell, sure. When I'm not hackin' up a lung I'll take you up on that.

Architecture student, remember? [ More than something. ]

Have you taken anything?

Oh. So 'cause of the tower an' stuff?

Not yet, not a fan.

That's part of it. I like the architecture there a lot, and the schools there for it are excellent.

The sooner you take something, the sooner you'll be back on your feet.