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[punchedhitler]

[The video start with the door to the apartment opening, and then the camera comes into focus on a one Steve Rogers, looking very calm and collected and incredibly naked.]

There it is.

[He reaches down for his network device, dropped on his morning jog.]

Hi, City, how's it going?

[He seems pretty pleased.]



[ooc: sob imagine that pic with the blonde Cap' haircut and clean-shaven...everywhere, please and thank you.]

Comments

[boutant]

I don't think so.

[ Pause. Consider. ]

Though someone mistook my confidence for wanting to be a prostitute.

[punchedhitler]

What? Who?

[boutant]

Mr. Holmes. [ Wiggly fingers, because the fact that he hides behind text and small children all the time? Yeah, that's weird even for her. ]

[punchedhitler]

Like Sherlock?

[boutant]

It sounds that way, but I didn't get a first name.

[punchedhitler]

Well, you're not.

[boutant]

Thanks, Steve.

[punchedhitler]

You're welcome.