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(Prompt: 02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.)

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If Bucky were being honest with himself, the reason he's still awake would be the memories come to gather at the window of his mind in dark, foggy silhouettes against a backdrop of screams. Luckily he's lying to himself and blaming his rumbling stomach -- which is true, but not the real reason for the season.

Sleeping never comes easily for him when not induced behind glass sparkling with cryogenic mist, and tonight is no exception.

So Bucky shuffles off to the kitchen at 2:14 a.m. in pursuit of a midnight snack. The shitty apartment is eerily quiet, no sirens in the distance for once. For a moment it feels too out of place, as if Bucky were looking at the scene from afar--

But then he comes back to himself just as his hip bumps the handle of a pan sitting on the edge of the sink -- of all places, why couldn't the culprit (Bucky) just put it two inches farther into the sink? -- and

CLANG!

Bucky sets his jaw, ready for the inevitable oncoming reaction waiting to burst through the door in a flurry of fifteen-year-old spunk.

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21/5/16 02:16 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (turn around bright eyes)
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She turns her nose up at him.

"There's no such thing-- and that's also cliche as hell. On behalf of all the witches who have been made fun of for warts, apologize or get ready to cry."

But just as easily as Rahzel threatens, as easily as each breath in her tiny frame, she curls her fingers around his forearm and tugs him towards their makeshift "living room". Living in the sense of its lived in as hell, with clothes everywhere and a tiny television set.

"You don't have to be mindless to get the same exchange-- that's what television is for."

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22/5/16 05:27 (UTC)
witchplz: (there it iS THERE IT IS)
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One hand on her hip, the other snakes around his hand again.

"I don't think so-- I am not going to be responsible if you get lost and miss out on the brownies. Lost in your head. We'll both go for a walk."

Rahzel's being bossy, she knows, she knows its selfish to not give him time to himself...but on a night, a morning like this, she just can't leave him alone.

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22/5/16 05:41 (UTC)
witchplz: (why wont you build a snowman w/me elsa)
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She's stubborn. Too stubborn, definitely. She just....feels wrong. Wrong for leaving him alone, even if they don't have this long talk.

"Let's go. Let's go outside."

She's tugging at him gently, mouth screwed tight into a line.

"Lets talk to the stars."
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22/5/16 06:09 (UTC)
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Tug, tug, shove shove. Step by step, she has him steadily moving towards the door and away from the delicious smell in the oven. For someone so stubborn he hasn't knocked her away yet. Hasn't quite told her to fuck off.

Of course it won't be pretty for him if he does.

"That's fine, I will. But I sure hope you aren't calling me some sort of space cadet....and being stereotypical to witches everywhere." There's a halfway warning look on her face when she pries the door open, the cool air from outside immediately arches across her face.

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23/5/16 04:08 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (fond smile)
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For a moment it appears as though she's seriously considering giving him a pinch. With nails. Baby blue eyes narrow as she thinks it over. But instead, she turns her face to the wind, lets it ruffle her hair.

"Of course not-- I don't want to fly into a plane and have to lift it up to safety." Like that makes the most sense.

Why the brownies. Why, why, why. Naturally, there's something underneath the underneath there, something he longs for.

"Because--" Rahzel says, her gaze shifting, "they're part of the goodness in this world. Everyone could use 'em."

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24/5/16 01:56 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (turn around bright eyes)
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Now Rahzel offers him a grin, bumps her shoulder with his. It's nice to see him enjoying this moment, finding something good out of it, even if it's just for a moment.

She doesn't know everything (bit by bit, she'd agreed to show her cards if he did too), can only make assumptions on the pieces....but the picture is telling.

"Do you want me to? Are you that kind of man, Bucky? Who knew you were a stickler for that~ The old ladies downstairs will be shocked."

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24/5/16 05:01 (UTC)
witchplz: (oh snap)
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As if her grin could get any bigger...there it goes, practically splitting her face. Things are looking up. Arms raised high, she stretches for the stars.

Good, maybe he'll shave one of these days.

"If you don't want that to happen, you'd better take care of it. Or hell, let me do it. I'll even give you a discount, via Salon du Heat."

Saying it aloud, the remembrance of that phrase, turns her smile into something subdued. Softer.

"I wouldn't turn you into a frog. I'll turn you into a peanut." How giving.

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29/5/16 05:01 (UTC)
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Mouth buttoned into a pleased line, she turns to him, one hand on her hip.

"So you can get out of arguing with Vani this week? I'd never keep you star crossed bros apart," her hand folds against her chest while a cheeky smile crosses her face. It's good for him, to have to haggle with the real world again.

Cheer lightened, she nudges him right back and turns back towards the door, hand held out for him.

"Duly noted. Even peanuts have to have full tummies."

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30/5/16 02:42 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (fond smile)
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This is when Rahzel's eyes nearly pop out of her head. "Forty?! What the hell-- is he trying to give the government what they want? Slaves to the nation? I ought to shove that bread up his nose."

So much for that romance-- it appears the teenager no longer approves of this joining. She could make bread, hell! They'd better find another place or else she just might...

Sighing, Rahzel takes his hand and leads him inside.

"You're gonna looove these, trust me!" She beams over her shoulder.

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30/5/16 04:50 (UTC)
witchplz: (plz get a job)
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Rahzel's grin widens, a full 100% watt smile that lights up her face. Something warm and joyful fills her chest, like a balloon that might burst at any second.

"Yes, yes, whatever you say, Mr. Buckwheat."

Whirling around, she opens the fridge back up to fetch the milk, drops it down at his elbow. After a moment of watching him, Rahzel pours him some. Another moment of watching him silently, expression open. Not expectant, just steady. Patient.

And then, as if remembering:

"Ah, the brownies!"

In another whirlwind, she scurries to the oven.

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30/5/16 05:33 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (ah yes minion)
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They're piping hot, maybe a little crispy around the edges, but still pretty damn perfect. The smell is delicious, the steam that rises from the pan she deposits on the counter is heavenly, as well. Rahzel takes another glass from their meager provisions and sets it down, pouring herself a glass.

"Buckwheat the Third, then."

That smile...its almost hard to watch it cross his face. Almost painful, like something from worlds away. But he's trying, that flash in his eyes cements it. True life.

"I'll age one hundred times better than you when I'm a cute little old grandma."

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30/5/16 06:28 (UTC)
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Her nose wrinkles in confusion at the phrase, the jumble of vowels she isn't familiar with. She says it under her breath, curious, but doesn't push it.

"What's that one? Boy band hair?"

Nevermind about not pushing it. Rahzel releases a put upon sigh and rolls those baby blues.

"While it's still piping hot? I refuse to listen to you complain if you burn your pretty mouth. Vani will cry."

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