[He's beauty, he's grace, he's Mister Legs. This should be awkward (a flood of awkward), and it is, but at least Kira won't let that faze him. Matter of fact, aside from the pain and discomfort twisting his features, he's as cool as a cucumber. A smug cucumber.]
Weeeell, the shit you projectile vomited from your mouth was pretty confusing and distracting. Social cues, y'know. Your sense of humor could use a little work, man.
[Bullfuckingshit, Kira, you've only been 'human' for 11 years and you're still an emotionally stunted asshole. Though the fact that he can just stoop there at Bucky's mercy with his arms crossed over his middle speaks volumes for his Crisis Management skills.
While Bucky works on his arm, Kira gets a good look at it. Made of some sort of...metal, what the fuck. That's straight outta some SF-action movie. Apparently the Space Race wasn't enough for Russia...if this guy is even Russian. Sure doesn't appear it at first glance. When he finally circles back to the point that 'this isn't my fucking problem' Bucky's words have jolted him out of his thoughts]
Crackhead as in I know a bad trip when I see one. [Half true: he does recognize Episodes and instantly recognizes this is not one of them. This guy is into some serious shit. It's a wonder Kira's this patient to be honest, as Bucky fiddles away]
I find the best policy is to find your own truth and never let go of it, even if no one else understands it. [He chuckles; the pain must be getting to him if he's selling this weirdo the same shit he does Setsuna.] I hope you've got insurance on that thing.
/pats
Weeeell, the shit you projectile vomited from your mouth was pretty confusing and distracting. Social cues, y'know. Your sense of humor could use a little work, man.
[Bullfuckingshit, Kira, you've only been 'human' for 11 years and you're still an emotionally stunted asshole. Though the fact that he can just stoop there at Bucky's mercy with his arms crossed over his middle speaks volumes for his Crisis Management skills.
While Bucky works on his arm, Kira gets a good look at it. Made of some sort of...metal, what the fuck. That's straight outta some SF-action movie. Apparently the Space Race wasn't enough for Russia...if this guy is even Russian. Sure doesn't appear it at first glance. When he finally circles back to the point that 'this isn't my fucking problem' Bucky's words have jolted him out of his thoughts]
Crackhead as in I know a bad trip when I see one. [Half true: he does recognize Episodes and instantly recognizes this is not one of them. This guy is into some serious shit. It's a wonder Kira's this patient to be honest, as Bucky fiddles away]
I find the best policy is to find your own truth and never let go of it, even if no one else understands it. [He chuckles; the pain must be getting to him if he's selling this weirdo the same shit he does Setsuna.] I hope you've got insurance on that thing.