We don't have money for tailoring, Buck. [He couldn't believe he'd gone from one side to the complete other in making it hard to find clothing. That'd be just the thing, wouldn't it? There was room in his waist, which wasn't big by any stretch of the imagination considering his stomach was flat as a board without dipping in. Sure, Lloyd had connections and discounts but that'd still eat away at what they had. They weren't flush with cash.
He looked up just to notice that Bucky's attention was lingering on him, focused in the sot of way he's pretty sure he's only seen thrown at other people before. It's enough to make him pause for half a second, something warm and eager flaring in response before he's shaking the whole mess of whatever that was off like rainwater.]
But that...sounds amazing, actually. [He could still go to the recruiting center before it closed and they had been out all night. If they couldn't hole up in the woods, their apartment was the next best thing. He just wanted to stay close to Bucky. Needed to keep by his side, probably because of the change and the new thrumming sense of being truly bound to Bucky unlike anything before. Steve pulled out the newspaper from his shoes and slipped them on, glad that they fit. With those on, they were good to go. He swore he could hear three people -- men, by their gait, their voices -- starting to get approach.] Let's leave the money and get out of here. The next bus is probably coming soon.
using a big steve icon feels so weird oh my god
He looked up just to notice that Bucky's attention was lingering on him, focused in the sot of way he's pretty sure he's only seen thrown at other people before. It's enough to make him pause for half a second, something warm and eager flaring in response before he's shaking the whole mess of whatever that was off like rainwater.]
But that...sounds amazing, actually. [He could still go to the recruiting center before it closed and they had been out all night. If they couldn't hole up in the woods, their apartment was the next best thing. He just wanted to stay close to Bucky. Needed to keep by his side, probably because of the change and the new thrumming sense of being truly bound to Bucky unlike anything before. Steve pulled out the newspaper from his shoes and slipped them on, glad that they fit. With those on, they were good to go. He swore he could hear three people -- men, by their gait, their voices -- starting to get approach.] Let's leave the money and get out of here. The next bus is probably coming soon.