[Once Rogers moves on, it's harder again to enjoy the class. Not necessarily because of how attractive the man was to look at, but because he now has nothing to distract him from being trapped in a room with a bunch of strangers except his own shitty drawing of a boat.
Despite Rogers telegraphing his movements clearly, he still tenses up when the book is put next to him and scowls at it for a moment or two before he deigns to open it. The pictures don't help much, his drawing is still easily the worst in the class.
By the time forty minutes has passed, Bucky's leg is jiggling impatiently as he watches the clock much more than his paper.]
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Despite Rogers telegraphing his movements clearly, he still tenses up when the book is put next to him and scowls at it for a moment or two before he deigns to open it. The pictures don't help much, his drawing is still easily the worst in the class.
By the time forty minutes has passed, Bucky's leg is jiggling impatiently as he watches the clock much more than his paper.]