[Kira rustles around in the mini fridge as if there isn't a mysterious amnesiac of a deadly assassin or possible mob connection right there behind him, eyes boring into his back, attentive for a single wrong move. His goal is beer because they are sorely needing this beer after all the shit that's been put on the table here. Beer solves everything. It's a true scientific fact.
For those that can feel it's influence, anyway.]
Yeah like you're really one to talk. You're true protag material, right up your alley with the knives and the assault of a teenager and such. I can really feel those bright shiny morals in the room. You don't think you need me to tell you, no, but a reminder couldn't hurt. To clear up that fog up there, crackhead.
[He snags the beers after shoving some shit into the back, nothing too important or deadly, just incriminating, then pivots back around, his expression playful if not for the deadly serious fire in his eyes.]
Just as long as you don't get in over your head and die without solving anything. Dying with regrets is the worst. Especially for those you leave behind. Though...[The corners of his mouth lift, revealing a bemused curve there, mockingly thoughtful in his tone] if yours is anything like mine I think your underdog idiot will come running for you whether you make a big macho huff about being a lone wolf or not. How's that for running into each other eventually?
[The fact that Bucky might not have a choice in being rescued from his own stupidity leaves Kira with smugness. Probably stemming from his need to be right in most situations. It's something great grandpas feel in day to day life. Possibly.
He closes the space between them and holds one of the beers out for Bucky.] Now don't sell yourself short, I'm sure it's not just your cuddly persona that drags your idiot back to you when you're in trouble.
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23/7/14 07:59 (UTC)For those that can feel it's influence, anyway.]
Yeah like you're really one to talk. You're true protag material, right up your alley with the knives and the assault of a teenager and such. I can really feel those bright shiny morals in the room. You don't think you need me to tell you, no, but a reminder couldn't hurt. To clear up that fog up there, crackhead.
[He snags the beers after shoving some shit into the back, nothing too important or deadly, just incriminating, then pivots back around, his expression playful if not for the deadly serious fire in his eyes.]
Just as long as you don't get in over your head and die without solving anything. Dying with regrets is the worst. Especially for those you leave behind. Though...[The corners of his mouth lift, revealing a bemused curve there, mockingly thoughtful in his tone] if yours is anything like mine I think your underdog idiot will come running for you whether you make a big macho huff about being a lone wolf or not. How's that for running into each other eventually?
[The fact that Bucky might not have a choice in being rescued from his own stupidity leaves Kira with smugness. Probably stemming from his need to be right in most situations. It's something great grandpas feel in day to day life. Possibly.
He closes the space between them and holds one of the beers out for Bucky.] Now don't sell yourself short, I'm sure it's not just your cuddly persona that drags your idiot back to you when you're in trouble.