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This is the inbox for Bucky at Deerington!

Bucky lives at #100 David Cliff Apartments, though he does not often sleep there. Any message left for him there will, however, be received.

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[relieved:] So your Earth isn't completely doomed! That's a relief... So that's...three things? Four. [he looks up, thinking.] The war, the trains, planes, baseball...

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That's how you measure if a place is doomed? Baseball?

[Seriously, man? Not medical advancements or landmark peace treaties, but a dumb sport.]

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[with a laugh:] I said not completely doomed! And what's wrong with that? It's just the best sport ever invented...I'm glad that seems to be the common link so far.

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You really are an idiot.

[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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Eh? [blink.] Oh. I...I guess so.

[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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Sit back down.

[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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[Manabu blinks, glancing over his shoulder.

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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Sure, it was-- nice.

[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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[boy.........it's a good thing Manabu's sass has its limits. he blinks at the plate, then slowly scans around the kitchen's countertops.]

...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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Steve isn't--

[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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[would he even notice if he didn't?

...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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[Bucky gives him once last searching look, as if trying to tell if that's a lie, before turning silently to head for the door.]