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Bucky lives at #100 David Cliff Apartments, though he does not often sleep there. Any message left for him there will, however, be received.
Please feel free to use this post for action or network threads, no pre-planning required!
Network username: 1791000169
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[It's not said with any vehemence, more tired fondness than anything else. The lightness with which Manabu is treating this, as if it's no big deal to make a friend for the first time in decades, helps a lot. It finally loosens him enough to put his own cards face up. He didn't have much, just a pair, but since Manabu has folded he still wins.]
But okay. Friends.
[What a strange moment this is. He pushes most of the coins back at Manabu, even if he won them, only keeping one that he slips into his pocket.]
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he pushes his crap-cards away and pockets his money, slumping back in his seat. that killed...what, an hour? maybe? of...however long he's being advised to sit tight here? how long is he supposed to sit tight here, actually?
instead of whining about that, though, a stray thought drops into his head, makes his eyebrows lift.] Hey-- If some stuff on your time and planet are the same as what I learned about...Does that mean you guys had baseball?
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[That was a weird change in subject, but at least it's something he knows the answer to. He even has some very vague memories of going to a Dodger's game, sneaking past the turnstile because he didn't have the fare to get inside.]
You mean baseball survived all these centuries and made it out into space?
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[Seriously, man? Not medical advancements or landmark peace treaties, but a dumb sport.]
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[He sets the freshly shuffled cards face down in a deck and pushes to his feet.]
You oughta eat something, in case whatever happened wasn't the town.
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[he sits up, pushing his chair back and climbing to his feet to mosey around the kitchen. what does Amara keep in here, huh?
he squats down by some cabinets near the stove. with a sigh:] Dunno of an old-timey town like this is going to have stuff for udon. So far all the noodles I've seen around are for pasta-things...
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[It's not said with any vehemence, but it is very clearly an order.]
I'll get you something, and then you oughta get some sleep. I shouldn't stay too much longer anyway, Steve... he's gonna wonder where I am. He... he might think I'm out hurting people again.
[Not a nice thought, but given how he showed up on the other man's doorstep, also not an unfair one.]
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after a beat:] Auh...mm. Okay. [he gets up, dusting off his knees.
he nods, eyes flickering from the cards to James.] Thanks for sticking around as much as you did, though.
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[Not a word he's used to describe a whole lot of his days recently, so he appreciates it. He digs the first thing he can find out of the cupboards, just some bread, and sets it on a plate for Manabu at the table.]
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...Toast it is, then. [blink. nodding again, looking to James:] I can handle it. Go see your friend.
[the other one, anyway.]
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[He cuts himself off before he finishes that, shaking his head. It's complicated, and it really isn't the time or place to get into it, so he just takes a step towards the door.]
I'm trusting you to stay home today.
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...not a good question to ask.
in any case, he holds up his hands a bit in a faint gesture of surrender.]
Not going anywhere.
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