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[yourbestguysgun]

[ He's sticking to audio because he mostly looks like shit right now. That's what he gets for being used to his cushy life of sleeping like a normal person and then going right back to war etiquette. Soon he's going to find a beer and a cigarette and maybe a sandwich and then pass the fuck out.

Probably like in the next five minutes if he can get his limbs to co-ordinate themselves. ]

All right, roll call. Who do I have to be worried about?

[ He doesn't specify he means people he actually likes. He's too tired to even be sarcastic. ]

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[yourbestguysgun]

Cheating.

[ He stifles a yawn. ] She'll bite you.

[punchedhitler]

She won't.

[He scratches her head.]

She'll just look at me sad.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He laughs, looks up when there's a knock on the door. Using Steve's leg as leverage he pushes himself up, grabs the wallet and wanders over. ]

Try not to fall asleep while I pay.

[punchedhitler]

[He gives a brief nod, and stands himself to get forks, because maybe they are cavemen who don't eat off plates but they'll at least have forks.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ It's a pretty giant bag but hey, Steve is a pretty giant guy. ]

I think this is what heaven smells like.

[punchedhitler]

[He's cleared off a space on the coffee table and reaches for the bag]

You're telling me.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Divvying up the parcels. ]

It weren't cooked in a microwave, that's for sure.

[punchedhitler]

Don't even joke about that.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Grinning. ]

Just shut up and eat.

[punchedhitler]

[Oh, and eat he does.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ They're both boys cut from the same cloth because Bucky just fills his face in silence. ]

[punchedhitler]

[And after...]

Do you kind of just want to sleep?

[yourbestguysgun]

There's no kind of about it. I want to sleep until I can't no longer.

[punchedhitler]

I'm kind of thinking our bed would be the best place.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He shoves all the empty containers into the bag they have and hums, pats his stomach. ]

I like your thinking.

[punchedhitler]

We can clean up tomorrow, right?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Stifling a yawn. ]

Yeah. [ Glancing at Crepe. ] You think she'll be okay out here?

[punchedhitler]

[He reaches for Bucky's hand]

She should. She has before.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Using Steve as leverage is becoming a thing. He's getting old. ]

'Kay.

[punchedhitler]

[He doesn't carry him.

He just pulls him and lets him lean, though.]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Carrying would involve kicking. But leaning is totally a manly thing. ]

At least we didn't have tents this time.

[punchedhitler]

Thank god for small favors, right?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Shoving the blankets down. ]

Ugh. I have missed your soft fluffyness.

[punchedhitler]

I hope you're talking to the bed.

[yourbestguysgun]

Well, you are kinda fluffy now but no.