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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

[punchedhitler]

Thanks.

How are you, Mara?

[cry_reaper]

I'm having a highly amusing day, Steve. You?

[punchedhitler]

Today's great.

[cry_reaper]

I'm glad you think so, do you have plans for today?

[punchedhitler]

I have a lot of invitations.

[cry_reaper]

I'm certain you do, are you planning on taking any of them up?

[punchedhitler]

I don't know yet. Maybe.

[cry_reaper]

Let me know if you'd like any company. [She feels oddly compelled to protect his honor.]

[punchedhitler]

I will.

[cry_reaper]

Good. What kind of invitations are there, perhaps I can help you choose one?

[punchedhitler]

The beach, and a party.

[cry_reaper]

What kind of party?

[punchedhitler]

I don't know, Charlie invited me. But I probably won't go.

[cry_reaper]

Why not? Seems like there would be plenty of opportunity to... show off?

[punchedhitler]

I don't really like parties.

[cry_reaper]

Whyever not?

[punchedhitler]

I've never been good at them.

[cry_reaper]

That only means you need more practice.