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If I wished for another gun, could I store it at your place? Sherlock said I can have one for hunting, but he doesn't want it in the house. I can split anything I catch with you for the trouble. I can do the butchering, as well, if you'd like.
-John
-John
[What? With no return address or signed name, John has no idea who this is or what they're saying 'yes' to days after sending off his letter. He heads to the Bulletin Board to check the hand-writing against the others there and comes to more cursive. More suspicious cursive that isn't his, Sherlock's, Stephen's, or Undertaker's.
Bucky.
Bloody hell, he makes things hard. John slips another note into the other man's mailbox directly and doesn't sign it. To makes a point. Bloody arse.]
Thanks.
Bucky.
Bloody hell, he makes things hard. John slips another note into the other man's mailbox directly and doesn't sign it. To makes a point. Bloody arse.]
Thanks.
[It takes him a few minutes to figure out who the letter is from, but it's pretty obvious when he thinks about it. Nobody else has reason to thank him, and the handwriting matches the other letter.
Strange he didn't sign and address it this time. He posts his own reply back into John's mailbox the next morning.]
Let me know when it arrives, we'll need to talk about how you can collect and drop it off.
[You know, considering how his house is pretty much a fort and he's paranoid about letting people in.]
Strange he didn't sign and address it this time. He posts his own reply back into John's mailbox the next morning.]
Let me know when it arrives, we'll need to talk about how you can collect and drop it off.
[You know, considering how his house is pretty much a fort and he's paranoid about letting people in.]
Arrived this morning. At the Library for the day to keep it out of the house. Drop by when you can.
[It's perhaps two hours after that letter is delivered, that Bucky turns up in person to Undertaker's house. Of course he remembers where it is.
He looks tired, a little worn around the edges, but he has two arms filling out the sleeves of his hoodie now, leather gloves concealing his hands.
He knocks and waits.]
He looks tired, a little worn around the edges, but he has two arms filling out the sleeves of his hoodie now, leather gloves concealing his hands.
He knocks and waits.]
[It takes a few moments for Bucky to get an answer. Long enough that he might be tempted to knock a second time before the door suddenly unlocks and swings slowly inwards.
The candles lighting the area behind him cast an eerie glow on his silhouette, but the voice is unmistakable as Undertaker speaks.]
And presently there came a rapping at my chamber door~ How might I help yoooou~?
The candles lighting the area behind him cast an eerie glow on his silhouette, but the voice is unmistakable as Undertaker speaks.]
And presently there came a rapping at my chamber door~ How might I help yoooou~?
Edited (gdi mouse) 2017-05-28 18:45 (UTC)
Ah, it's you.
[He leans in to look Bucky up and down, not so close that he's entirely in his personal space but enough to note his newly attached arm. He straightens back after a few seconds and beckons him inside with a curl of his fingers.]
I was simply curious~ He stayed with you after the dodgy business with Sherlock, after all~
[He leans in to look Bucky up and down, not so close that he's entirely in his personal space but enough to note his newly attached arm. He straightens back after a few seconds and beckons him inside with a curl of his fingers.]
I was simply curious~ He stayed with you after the dodgy business with Sherlock, after all~
About him and his consulting detective, of course. [Well if Bucky isn't going to take a seat, he will. There's one fewer coffin inside his house than there had been before, but he just plops down on the available one and crosses one leg over the other.]
How would you describe their relationship?
How would you describe their relationship?
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