[Bucky doesn't think this Adonis has noticed him looking because, hell, everyone is looking. He must be used to it, a guy like that doesn't go through life without everyone and their mother staring. His arms look as big as Bucky's head; he's seen a lot of muscled men, his own aren't too shabby from the army, but this guy looks like he lives in a gym and only emerges to come to this class and maybe pound a protein shake or two.
He sets his jaw and starts to sketch out god only knows what on his piece of paper. At first he intends it to be a boat, but then half of it goes wonky and it ends up looking more like a deformed bird with graphite smudges all over it.]
Checking up on me, Teach?
[He pitches his voice at an attempt at a tease, not wanting to give away how awkward he felt with the tutor this close. Why was he watching? Had he noticed that his left arm wasn't real? God, he hoped not.]
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He sets his jaw and starts to sketch out god only knows what on his piece of paper. At first he intends it to be a boat, but then half of it goes wonky and it ends up looking more like a deformed bird with graphite smudges all over it.]
Checking up on me, Teach?
[He pitches his voice at an attempt at a tease, not wanting to give away how awkward he felt with the tutor this close. Why was he watching? Had he noticed that his left arm wasn't real? God, he hoped not.]
I told you, I can't draw for shit.