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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?'

Comments

[millionyearsentence]

[ It's probably a good thing for Bucky that Wyrden is already awake - if not, her Accessory would have barred the door completely. The soldier had been sitting on her bed doing weapons maintenance, and counting the disposeables that she still had left. Without her facilities, she would be stranded...

The knock takes her mind slightly off the state of her supplies, and she motions for Ramiel to open it. The Accessory fumbles a little with the door (it isn't the automated sliding door of her cell) but manages to get it open after a few seconds, standing back so Wyrden could see who was outside.

Another human, interesting. She stands, as per protocol. ]

Hey. Anything I can help with?

[ ooc: permissions post! ]

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[dissemblance]

[She's unpacking her selection of 'leaf' clothing when he enters. She starts, but it's a subtle motion, not a jump but a slight tensing of her muscles before 'Anna' recognizes him, and smiles.]

Sorry, you startled me. Are you looking for someone?

[twilightlegend]

Link was the sort of guy who wasn't that picky when it came to food, so the available options didn't bother him at all save for the noticeable lack of cheese. Yet the smell of soup was something that the boy had a hard time simply ignoring.

... Would this man mind though? If Link just wandered up to him and inquired about a soup? He did have his own bottle... But it looked like he was busy speaking with people in the houses, so Link would just have to wait until the other man was free before he walked up to him to ask for some soup.

Now... How does one ask about whether they were allowed to have a bottle of soup from a stranger? Even if he was offering it-- Oh, forget it.

Link made his way over - surely if his wings were out or if he were a wolf, there would be visible signs of excitement, such as flapping or tail wagging but he was just himself so the biggest cue was the focused look he had on the pot in Bucky's hands - and simply waved first to try and get the other man's attention and as a greeting.

[betterthanwu]

Kuvira opens the door out of her armor and most of the heavy outer garments that come with it. She looks younger and more feminine in a tank top, her hair in a long braid, bandages around her arms, but those are the same strong features and direct eyes, and that same low voice. Her cable spools are still at her hips, and her armor is propped up on sticks against the wall inside.

"Sergeant. This is a surprise."

[alley_kit]

Kit smells the stew before she even opens the door. Thus, Bucky has already made a positive impression before she's even set eyes on him. When she does open the door, Bucky is greeted by the sight of a little girl about eight years old, with purple faerie wings on her back. Unusually, though, the girl has some features that look decidedly feline. Especially the short fur covering most of her body and the long, fluffy tail.

She doesn't seem the least bit intimidated talking to a strange adult man, though, so that's a plus. "Hi!", she says cheerfully. "Were you looking for somebody?" Cause even if that soup smells really good, it's not really polite to just assume it's meant for her.