[there doesn't seem to be a shortage of work, which is a good thing. whether or not it's work that steve can actually do-
there's no such thing. he can do it all. he's grabbing suitcases and boxes, trying to keep whatever he has tucked under his arm from falling. breaking something seems like a quick way of kissing his tip goodbye.
he finally gets a chance to catch his breath, rubbing at the soreness in his arms and sitting down on some steps. steve doesn't get much of a break before he's hauling himself right back up again.]
Let me help with that.
[those muscles and shoulders that he supposedly gets in the future would come in handy right about now. ]
Deslora:
[the colors aren't quite as bright for him, but the food is just as good. steve worked up an appetite, and now he has a little money to spare. he's holding two hot dogs in one hand, some cotton candy and a plate of pizza in the other, which he holds out to the first person that he comes across.]
Hey, do you want this? I think my eyes were bigger than my stomach, and I don't want it going to waste.
Pick a Path: (closed to Lea)
[steve was mostly just trying to see what the attraction was, but he's paired up and ushered through before he knows it. inside the first set of doors is quiet enough, but something about that smiley face...]
You wanna choose? [he smiles hesitantly at lea.] We could flip a coin, but I don't have one on me.
Pick a Path: (closed to Bucky)
[he knows what happens beyond those doors now, which is why his eyes go wide when he spots bucky at the front of the line. steve can't let him go in there, not alone and definitely not with someone else.]
Buck! [he calls out to him, jumping up and down a couple of times in hopes of being seen.] Bucky, wait! Sorry, excuse me, sorry.
[steve knows that it's rude to cut line, but this calls for it.]
steve rogers | ota and closed prompts
[there doesn't seem to be a shortage of work, which is a good thing. whether or not it's work that steve can actually do-
there's no such thing. he can do it all. he's grabbing suitcases and boxes, trying to keep whatever he has tucked under his arm from falling. breaking something seems like a quick way of kissing his tip goodbye.
he finally gets a chance to catch his breath, rubbing at the soreness in his arms and sitting down on some steps. steve doesn't get much of a break before he's hauling himself right back up again.]
Let me help with that.
[those muscles and shoulders that he supposedly gets in the future would come in handy right about now. ]
Deslora:
[the colors aren't quite as bright for him, but the food is just as good. steve worked up an appetite, and now he has a little money to spare. he's holding two hot dogs in one hand, some cotton candy and a plate of pizza in the other, which he holds out to the first person that he comes across.]
Hey, do you want this? I think my eyes were bigger than my stomach, and I don't want it going to waste.
Pick a Path: (closed to Lea)
[steve was mostly just trying to see what the attraction was, but he's paired up and ushered through before he knows it. inside the first set of doors is quiet enough, but something about that smiley face...]
You wanna choose? [he smiles hesitantly at lea.] We could flip a coin, but I don't have one on me.
Pick a Path: (closed to Bucky)
[he knows what happens beyond those doors now, which is why his eyes go wide when he spots bucky at the front of the line. steve can't let him go in there, not alone and definitely not with someone else.]
Buck! [he calls out to him, jumping up and down a couple of times in hopes of being seen.] Bucky, wait! Sorry, excuse me, sorry.
[steve knows that it's rude to cut line, but this calls for it.]