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thehometree2015-03-21 12:15 pm
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| characters | Bucky and you.
| date/time | Thursday afternoon.
| location | Around
| rating | G.
| summary | The best way to greet your neighbours is to feed them.
| note | I wrote in prose but feel free to use brackets.
He falls asleep instantly on the moss bed, the smell of it familiar and steadying. Combat lends sleep of no restful kind but he barely dreams at all, waking up as soon as the first ray of light peers through the window. There's a moment of bewilderment, and then reality introduces itself to him all over again as he notices the wings are still there when he picks up his gem. He flattens them self-consciously, before finally deciding they take up too much space and leaves the gem carefully tucked under his pillow.
Breakfast, however, is the immediate problem. He saved some water from the rains and an edible mushroom, and it's boiling away merrily on the stove. The glow worm is unusually cooperative, but Bucky supposes that if he's now the size of a dragonfly it's not the weirdest thing in the world.
It's actually nice. He could get used to it.
Once the worm's been sent off with an appreciative scratch on the head, he picks up the large bowl of stew and starts knocking on a few doors.
'Hello?'
| date/time | Thursday afternoon.
| location | Around
| rating | G.
| summary | The best way to greet your neighbours is to feed them.
| note | I wrote in prose but feel free to use brackets.
He falls asleep instantly on the moss bed, the smell of it familiar and steadying. Combat lends sleep of no restful kind but he barely dreams at all, waking up as soon as the first ray of light peers through the window. There's a moment of bewilderment, and then reality introduces itself to him all over again as he notices the wings are still there when he picks up his gem. He flattens them self-consciously, before finally deciding they take up too much space and leaves the gem carefully tucked under his pillow.
Breakfast, however, is the immediate problem. He saved some water from the rains and an edible mushroom, and it's boiling away merrily on the stove. The glow worm is unusually cooperative, but Bucky supposes that if he's now the size of a dragonfly it's not the weirdest thing in the world.
It's actually nice. He could get used to it.
Once the worm's been sent off with an appreciative scratch on the head, he picks up the large bowl of stew and starts knocking on a few doors.
'Hello?'
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He's not of the opinion that his soup is that great, but it's just nice to see one's work appreciated.
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Or rather, the pot of soup in Bucky's hands. There are jokes here to be made of that we are certain.
It's probably a good thing that Link doesn't turn around and immediately hold up his bottle of soup in victory, isn't it? That might have been too much, but he looks incredibly happy for the soup, even if it's not quite pumpkin soup.
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There's an excitable little bow of the head-- a thank you of sorts-- as he cradles his own bottle of soup with an equally pleased expression.
...What they wouldn't give for pumpkins here.no subject
A joke; he'd refuse to charge anything or insist it be paid back another way. Some people didn't like being indebted, and while he was in that category, some things were an inherent right and had to be given freely. Soup's one of 'em, even Al Capone knew that.