Like they were just two old buddies catching up – or at least there was an illusion with the way Rumlow slung himself back and made himself comfortable, casting around like he hadn't invited himself in. Worse than an intrusive stray.
“You didn't give yourself a grand tour on your way in?” He could glare forever or he could try and get something down since it had been a good part of the day since he ate and god only knew what he'd need the energy for. Sam left off with the glaring in favor for digging into his take out containers, the rich smell of them only intensifying as he opened one with a puff of pent-up steam.
He had a basement, unfinished as it was. There was a garage too. "And I know it's nice. I'd like to keep it that way too." Don't you dare put your feet on his furniture, Brock.
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Like they were just two old buddies catching up – or at least there was an illusion with the way Rumlow slung himself back and made himself comfortable, casting around like he hadn't invited himself in. Worse than an intrusive stray.
“You didn't give yourself a grand tour on your way in?” He could glare forever or he could try and get something down since it had been a good part of the day since he ate and god only knew what he'd need the energy for. Sam left off with the glaring in favor for digging into his take out containers, the rich smell of them only intensifying as he opened one with a puff of pent-up steam.
He had a basement, unfinished as it was. There was a garage too. "And I know it's nice. I'd like to keep it that way too." Don't you dare put your feet on his furniture, Brock.