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[She's definitely cringing at that one, but she's also breaking a smile.]

I do, and if you earn it.

[She's teasing, but also quite serious.]

How long does maintenance tend to take?

Yes please. I don't know if I'm up for crowds, though.

[She did say she welcomed bad pick up lines.]

Depends how much I've banged it up. I'm about done here.

Where are you staying? We can head up to the roof of the apartment building. It'll be deserted this time of night. Drinks are on me.

[They don't have anything in the apartment, but he can run out and get something easily enough.]

[Don’t ever stop throwing them down.]

Hopefully it wasn’t too banged up.

I’m fairly close. 10 minute walk once I put on real clothes like pants.
Honestly that sounds perfect.

[So long as it doesn’t rain while they’re up there.]

Edited (Derp derp) 2019-10-09 06:31 (UTC)

Well, don't get dressed up on my account.

[There's another one for the bad pick up line bank.]

I'll meet you there in 30 then?

[Even if it does rain, honestly, it's still an improvement over the oppressive fog over Dorchacht.]

[Behind the screen, it earns a soft chuckle.]

We want that roof to stay deserted, don't we?

[Aside from the fact that it's chillier now, given the style of clothing here, her walking around bare assed would be quite the head turner.]

I'll be there.

[Or just the oppression of Dorchacht.]

Aw, who's gonna notice in a city of thousands?

See you soon.

[He's teasing, he's not expecting her to prance around naked.

A little while later, he can be found up on the roof, shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows, suspenders hanging from his pants and his shirt unbuttoned about a third of the way down. He's going for casual tonight, and he's got the promised liquor, a couple of beers. Nothing excessive, but enough to unwind. There aren't any chairs up here, but he has dragged up a couple of pillows to sit on, and a pair of throw blankets to guard against the light chill.]

Someone always notices.

[She teases right back before putting her phone away to finish getting ready. Someone's always watching, and though that includes him as a guarantee in this hypothetical situation, she prefers such a display stay private.

Having spent the majority of her time in Dorcht, beyond a few trips to the baths, on the streets or on a smuggler's ship, Sheva's embracing her access to a hot shower and going for an aesthetic that's less period-tactical. She's wearing something more casual for her, which in the end, means less layers and more freedom of movement. Tonight, it's a mid-weight dress in charcoal grey with a waist corset laced loosely and with softer boning that's more a visual detail than anything. Of course, she's wearing boots and has a few weapons hidden out of sight. Surprisingly, her longer hair's also in loose waves around her shoulders.

She finds herself walking with a quicker than necessary pace. It's been a long couple of months, and she hasn't really seen Bucky properly since that terrible dream walking. When she steps onto the roof and catches sight of him, Sheva can't help but smile at him, then at the set up as she closes the distance.]

Hey. You look good in one piece.

[Bucky smiles back, more at ease than he's been in a while. Dorchacht was a hard month roughing it with the Resistance; it's actually nice to be back in Aefenglom where he only gets judged somewhat for the extra eyes. He gives her a half-assed salute and then waves the liquor bottle at her invitingly, lounging back on one of the pillows.]

Same goes for you. Look who let her hair down. [At least he's not underdressed. It's nice to be casual for a change.] Hope you like bourbon. Best thing they had at the corner shop.

[She doesn't catch them at first, but once closer, Sheva notices what look like a second set of eyes, eyes that remind her of creatures she faced in Kijuju. There's a moment of pause and lingering gaze, but she remembers how he didn't react poorly to her own changes in the dream. So, she buries anything negative and focuses on the friend she worried about during the lulls of spy work and resistance efforts.

Speaking of hair, she gives hers a bit of a shake and makes a bit of a playfully displeased face, stepping over to join him and ruffle his own longer locks.]

Bourbon will do. [Somehow, she makes settling into the other pillow a little bit graceful and a little bit particular, tucking her knees under her as she situates herself facing him.] I'm here for the company.

[He catches that pause, brief as it is. It's hard not to - he's a little self-conscious about the new additions. They're a little unnerving and he has to look at them in the mirror every morning.] They're, uh. New. [He offers by way of explanation.] At least I know what the fuck I'm turnin' into, bad news is I'm a spider, though. [Good news and bad news. Ugh.

He uncaps the bourbon as she settles down, passes it over - ladies first.] No need to flatter me, I've got nowhere else to be.

[She'd be self-conscious herself, so she's as empathetic as possible, her capabilities for this having grown over the last couple of months for certain. It's still different and her eyes widen a bit at the spider clarification. There's no hesitation when her hand shifts to rest on his thigh in a comforting gesture, giving it a squeeze, but it's obvious that she's chewing on something deeper.]

Do they make special, multi-eyed sunglasses? [Her other hand takes the offered bottle with a thoughtful expression that's slowly being eclipsed by amusement.]

I have other places I can be, but I'm happy to be here. [He receives a pointed look before she takes a decent pull from the bottle, passing it back afterwards.] Plus, I'm far better company than 'nowhere'.

Don't think I wanna know, if I'm honest. [It's a lot to deal with, finally knowing what he's going to be - eventually. It's still nerve wracking not knowing when the worst of it is going to come, though.

He manages a little smile when she says she's happy to be there, though. It's nice to have the company - the company of someone who isn't in his head, at least. He loves Steve and Tony but once in a while he needs his space from them. He takes the bottle back and takes a swig from it.] You're better company than a lot of folks around here. Glad you could find the time in your busy schedule to come hang out.

Then I'll keep it to myself when I find out answers. [But she's still going to prepare for them and she's already adding a few items in particular to her shopping or crafting lists. It can't be easy, particularly since spiders aren't exactly warm and cuddly. At least she's something mammalian in nature.]

I know. [Her own smile lingers, warm and relaxed even through the growing smirk she's trying (poorly) to subdue. Absently, she finds herself leaning in to him, nudging her cheek against his shoulder before settling it there.] Joke's on you, that busy schedule of pampering and feeding myself now falls on your shoulders. Nothing like sleeping awkwardly on a ship after a battle to collect additional aches and pains.

[He snorts, but he's all too willing to drop the topic. His own mutations are not a fun topic of conversation right now, especially since he's seen a few more arachne citizens around since he first got here.

She scoots in first, leaning against him, a solid warmth that he appreciates in the cooling weather. He slips his arm around her before it becomes a conscious thought, settling there easily.

He laughs.] You're tellin' me. I'm getting too old for stowing away and sleeping rough. Hopefully you'll settle for drinking right now since I'm not sure what food places are open nearby.

[There's a soft hum of happiness when he wraps his arm around her, almost sounding like the breath of a purr. She's missed this sort of touch, and it's much welcomed after the time she spent in the other city.

With a side glance his direction, her grin widens and adopts an air of mischief to it. Absently, she gives his thigh a squeeze, but as she speaks her fingers trail a bit higher.]

Who said I was hungry for food?

[Her eyebrow lifts in playful challenge, her hand halting at a relatively respectable distance from the hinge of his hip. While she's opening the door to something more, she's also happy to enjoy his company by other means.]

[If he's honest, he has too. It's been a while, since everything happened with Natasha, and he's spent a lot of time recently up in space, alone except for his partner Daisy, who is definitely not a romantic prospect.

He tugs her just a little closer against his side, settling comfortably, smiling down with a hint of curiosity in his eyes as her expression changes, and her hand shifts up his thigh.]

Well, if you weren't, then I guess we don't gotta go anywhere. That's convenient. [He's teasing, because he can see where this is going, and he's trying to play it cool. Not let on that it's been... honestly decades since he's actually tried to strike something up with someone new.]

[Her fingers continue to trail locally along the settling point of her hand, enjoying the heat of him against her, mind wandering to other ways he could help keep her warm. There's no effort to hide the essence of those thoughts from her gaze as she shifts her jaw to rub along his shoulder before situating herself for prime close proximity observation. How very cat of her.]

And preferred. It's getting chilly and you're quite toasty. [Her voice is low and rumbles, the purr sneaking through into her voice now. It's clear that there's not a rush to her movements, for her own reasons, and she's just content to enjoy spending time with him where they're not throwing bodies into dumpsters and crawling in sewers.] Warmth has been difficult to find lately.

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