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Bucky Barnes ([personal profile] advanced) wrote in [community profile] fossilised 2017-04-26 03:58 pm (UTC)

[Holy shit, is that guy ever a walking wet dream.

Back before he had been shipped out, Bucky probably would have been down there in a flash, leaning on the desk and giving him the old charming lopsided smile to try and get him to go on a date. But the new Bucky didn't do that sort of thing, he had lost his charm somewhere along the way and social situations weren't he friend any more. That didn't mean he couldn't look, right?

But then big, tall, and blond started to talk, and Bucky felt his mood sour again. Urgh, even the name of the group was awful, so touchy feely, he was going to kill Wilson for making him sign up for this. He sat in churlish silence as most of the group got up one by one and introduced themselves, why they were there, and gushed a bit about how art helped them, or what artists they liked, or bullshit like that.

He stood up when it was his turn, awkward with seven pairs of eyes on him.]


Bu-- uh, James Barnes. I've not done any art, pretty sure I can't even draw a stick figure. I'm just here because I made a promise, that's all.

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