( audio 32 )

[yourbestguysgun]

'm just gonna chalk this up to some future thing I don't get, but whatever it is, it ain't funny.

[ It's audio simply because Bucky doesn't quite want to broadcast I got tortured by HYDRA and all I got was this lousy t-shirt. He still has to go to work though, has to be a normal human being for once even if all he wants to do is set the damn thing on fire. Whether or not he's out of it is optional the mood he's in. ]

Anyone care t'explain it?

( ooc: feel free to run into him at any point if you want to. he will be the grumpiest, but it's good with me. )

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[yourbestguysgun]

[ Wrapping his arms around Steve's shoulders suddenly, chin resting on his head because he can. ]

'Scuse me but I remember swearing on the baseball mitt that I would never worry about anythin' again, so you're a lying jerk.

[punchedhitler]

[It takes Steve a moment, and then his hand is on the small of Bucky's back]

You still worry.

[yourbestguysgun]

Nope.

[ Because he can pretend, can't he? If he keeps it up then he doesn't have to admit it to anyone. ]

[punchedhitler]

Sure do. You were worried last night.

[He knows that's why Bucky was awake.]

[yourbestguysgun]

The food channel had a pancake show on.

[punchedhitler]

What did you learn about pancakes?

[yourbestguysgun]

That they're delicious.

[punchedhitler]

You had to watch television to learn that?

[yourbestguysgun]

What can I say? I'm a dummy.

[ He's mostly trying to distract Steve, playing that they're back where everything was normal. ]

I mean, there was some crap about designs but if you're eatin' them why put a picture on it.

[punchedhitler]

[Things are definitely not normal]

Dunno. Seems like a waste of the artist's time to me.

[yourbestguysgun]

Don't worry, I'm not gonna get you to draw on my pancakes in syrup any time soon.

[ Mostly because that would waste too much time. Bucky wants to eat them then and there always. ]

[punchedhitler]

Good because I wouldn't.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ He ends up ruffling Steve's hair before pushing up and making a grab for his coffee again. He wants it to be midnight already, so he can forget this. Just like he's supposed to be forgetting everything else. ]

You really should get some rest.

[punchedhitler]

[He takes a long drink]

Maybe I should, but you said you wouldn't worry.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Pause. ]

Damn.

[punchedhitler]

[Muahahaha.]

I'll stay up until you leave.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ J E R K. ]

When are you on patrol next?

[punchedhitler]

Tonight.

[yourbestguysgun]

You need like a deputy or something.

[punchedhitler]

I think I got a guy.

[yourbestguysgun]

Anyone I know?

[punchedhitler]

His name is Roy Mustang. He's a Colonel.

[yourbestguysgun]

He good?

[punchedhitler]

[Steve nods a little]

So far.

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Draining his coffee now. ]

Good.