[ Exemplary is the word to best describe Bucky's accommodations. He's no stranger to random inspections, so he keeps his room organized, with hotel corners on his bed and everything. Of course, the corner for his pup is a bit haphazard, but Fury's a dog! Dogs aren't organized creatures. But with them fucking around on Nomo Deck, he has decided to wander elsewhere for a time until they turned their strict eye on another group of unfortunates.
When he ventures back with Fury by his side, the only light around him is a burning cigarette between his lips. He gave up the vice long ago, but now and again he has a craving. With all the stress of this new and very sudden change, he's been digging into his old packs.
Of course, it's just the thing to distract him, flicking dead embers off the tip onto the ground, from say a stranger getting up close and personal on the front of his barrack door. Fury, thankfully, growls and yips at this invasion of privacy. Bucky's got neither gun on him, but a hand does hover over a blade at his back—That is, until he gets a good look at the man's face.
Ishmael is staring right back at him, and that's where they remain like two wild animals waiting for the other to make their move. Bucky goes first, though, holding up his hand as if to say "Hang on a sec" while he types a message to Miller. Whatever the interaction he has with his MID, it ends agreeably because his body language immediately changes from "Bwuh?" to "Haaay girlfriend". ]
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When he ventures back with Fury by his side, the only light around him is a burning cigarette between his lips. He gave up the vice long ago, but now and again he has a craving. With all the stress of this new and very sudden change, he's been digging into his old packs.
Of course, it's just the thing to distract him, flicking dead embers off the tip onto the ground, from say a stranger getting up close and personal on the front of his barrack door. Fury, thankfully, growls and yips at this invasion of privacy. Bucky's got neither gun on him, but a hand does hover over a blade at his back—That is, until he gets a good look at the man's face.
Ishmael is staring right back at him, and that's where they remain like two wild animals waiting for the other to make their move. Bucky goes first, though, holding up his hand as if to say "Hang on a sec" while he types a message to Miller. Whatever the interaction he has with his MID, it ends agreeably because his body language immediately changes from "Bwuh?" to "Haaay girlfriend". ]
Wanna cig?
[ He knows you do. ]