Despite the appearances, Bucky is much more like a cat than a raccoon, and his ears perk at the smallest of sounds in the room (besides the drip-drip-drip of his showerly reminder). But why would it be under the couch? Had he been that drunk the night before? He very clearly remembers setting it on the dresser, though…so that must mean somebody’s…
Bucky pads over to the sofa and creeps around to the back of it, looking at the fabric closely to check any bodily impressions* but sees none, so. He drops to all four--er, threes--grabs the fabric at the bottom and, with bated breath and high hopes, yanks it up to see--
--not a goddamn thing.
He stands and leans back on the back of the sofa, sighing as had his unknown companion. Thinking about his irritation level at the missing limb throbbed at the inside of his head until he growled in frustration and plunged the knife into the back of the sofa (non-lethally ofc), adding yet another hole to it.
Re: toot!!
Bucky pads over to the sofa and creeps around to the back of it, looking at the fabric closely to check any bodily impressions* but sees none, so. He drops to all four--er, threes--grabs the fabric at the bottom and, with bated breath and high hopes, yanks it up to see--
--not a goddamn thing.
He stands and leans back on the back of the sofa, sighing as had his unknown companion. Thinking about his irritation level at the missing limb throbbed at the inside of his head until he growled in frustration and plunged the knife into the back of the sofa (non-lethally ofc), adding yet another hole to it.
Where the hell could it be?
*(I thought of this and I can’t stop laughing help https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUDhIIkLo20)