He cleaned up well with both an air of efficiency and nonchalance as if the fact he was sharing the spray with Steve and maneuvering around the super-soldier was a perfectly normal occurrence. For him, he just made sure this sort of thing turned into a normal occurrence because it was far easier to worm his way deeper once he got the initial crap about getting under Rogers' skin first.
Brock was only a little miffed he hadn't convinced Steve out before this, but he had decided awhile ago to be persistent. There was no point sitting around wallowing in depression all the time, not when Rogers could spend time with him and then live to regret it later. Oh, he was hoping Pierce would put him in position to make Rogers' eat a bullet; he wanted the national monument to see it was him too. He wanted that enhanced blood all over his hands, under his nails, soaking his clothes, maybe even a good spatter across his cheek, dribbling down, down, down...
Shit, he better stop daydreaming about that or he would definitely give himself away. He turned his back on Steve and tilted his head to rinse out his hair and then, when certain all was in order, he turned back again.
"Well, at this point in the season, there's a game on most night. It just might not be a team anyone cares about," he said with a shrug before glancing at Steve. "Really, your options right now are coming over tonight or I show up unannounced at your place with cheap beer and cheaper popcorn. Choose wisely... one of them involves me dressing horribly and with the express purpose to draw attention to you."
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Brock was only a little miffed he hadn't convinced Steve out before this, but he had decided awhile ago to be persistent. There was no point sitting around wallowing in depression all the time, not when Rogers could spend time with him and then live to regret it later. Oh, he was hoping Pierce would put him in position to make Rogers' eat a bullet; he wanted the national monument to see it was him too. He wanted that enhanced blood all over his hands, under his nails, soaking his clothes, maybe even a good spatter across his cheek, dribbling down, down, down...
Shit, he better stop daydreaming about that or he would definitely give himself away. He turned his back on Steve and tilted his head to rinse out his hair and then, when certain all was in order, he turned back again.
"Well, at this point in the season, there's a game on most night. It just might not be a team anyone cares about," he said with a shrug before glancing at Steve. "Really, your options right now are coming over tonight or I show up unannounced at your place with cheap beer and cheaper popcorn. Choose wisely... one of them involves me dressing horribly and with the express purpose to draw attention to you."