Someone pouring love into something as simple as brownies. Now that's a feeling he remembers, tugs at his heart. If he tries hard enough, he can almost envision the old kitchen, almost his mother's face.
Bucky touches his hair, knowing he's probably about to be reprimanded for such an action, and is surprised when it feels soft to the touch.
"Mm-hmm, aesthetic. Sounds fake but okay. At least someone's appreciating it, I guess."
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7/6/16 15:50 (UTC)Bucky touches his hair, knowing he's probably about to be reprimanded for such an action, and is surprised when it feels soft to the touch.
"Mm-hmm, aesthetic. Sounds fake but okay. At least someone's appreciating it, I guess."