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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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11/6/16 00:18 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (turn around bright eyes)
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Her eyes find him and for the first time in who knows when, Rahzel stops. Stops moving, talking, forever moving, never sitting still, always Doing something-- (always to feel useful)

She smiles gently.

"That's true. And that's why I'll prove it to them. Anyone who doubts me. I'll make them eat dirt."

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12/6/16 01:46 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (fond smile)
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She offers him a wink and braids the last strands of hair together at the ends; its just a simple messy little ponytail. It's nothing much. Next time she'll pin it up, if she can get a hold of him.

"I might have to charge you-- at discounted price, of course."

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12/6/16 02:56 (UTC)
witchplz: (plz get a job)
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One dainty huff later, she's grabbed a mirror to show him. Rahzel offers it to him.

"Well this wonderful, beautiful and kick ass young lady must send you of because you keep forgetting things on the list. Not to mention all the crappy bran cereal you insist on getting."

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13/6/16 04:35 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (i cant even look at you rn)
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Rahzel doesn't look convinced, to no one's surprised. She cocks a hand on her hip.

"You definitely ignore the list. I'm going to staple it to your head one of these days-- that does nothing to enrich it! It's just so artificial!"

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13/6/16 05:07 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (hesitate)
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"It is-- but it's not added. You already got what you paid for. I didn't pay for extra grime."

Not all men. Again. Dumb boys.

"I'm going to magnet it to your arm then."

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13/6/16 05:50 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (ah yes minion)
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She huffs and crosses her arms tightly over her chest. Wiggles in next to Bucky and sticks one foot up over his leg.

"It isn't weird crap, either. It's things I like. I'll just have to get a very big magnet."

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14/6/16 00:16 (UTC)
witchplz: (Default)
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"No promises," said with a dainty sniff. She lays her head on his shoulder, totally trusting and believing in him.

"Not if I put all the bad words I know on the list and the magnets too."

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15/6/16 00:23 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (fond smile)
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She turns to give him a stern look.

"That was because you had stern words with an old man! He's lucky he didn't get his head squashed like that watermelon."

A huff. She doesn't appreciate rudeness and won't stand for it towards her friends.

"I don't like it--" an innocent smile. "I love it."

FUCK

15/6/16 03:10 (UTC)
witchplz: (lol daz cute)
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And in turn she flicks him on the nose with a finger.

"Aren't you an old soul yourself? You should be more understanding." Cheeky, cheeky.

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16/6/16 00:13 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (i believe in the afros)
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"Maybe its time to live it up," is what she says gently instead. Isn't that what she's been saying this entire time? Way to repeat yourself, Rahzel.

She hums.

"Yeah, but I'm too comfortable to be an agreeable host. And besides, we're already roomies."

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17/6/16 00:12 (UTC)
witchplz: dickering <3 (turn around bright eyes)
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She grins right back at him, fingers pulling at his cheek.

"That's why I'm going to make you regret in your bones how miserable you're stuck on being."

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18/6/16 05:14 (UTC)
witchplz: (lol daz cute)
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Giggling, she pats him atop the head, settles her fingers in soft locks.

"The most miserable. But you won't stay that way for long, not with Rahzel-sama on the case. You'll be dust before that happens."

A harrumph.

"Obviously that and an asskicking or five."

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20/6/16 05:03 (UTC)
witchplz: (plz get a job)
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A harrumph, then. A gently sifting of hair.

"Just because I don't want you miserable doesn't mean I want you miserably cheerful."

Which doesn't make sense but shut up, it's early. Late. Whatever. Rahzel screws up that button nose of hers, hums.

"We do....and I trust you. Have you ever baked before?"

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