[Bucky can't help but stare and wonder if God really does hate him, or something. Here was that Adonis back into his life again, and he hasn't even had a shower in three days. He's suddenly acutely aware of the fact that he has greasy hair hanging around his face that he hasn't even bothered to tie back, and that his hoodie is frayed at the cuffs and collar. At least his jeans are pretty clean, but he didn't even put shoes on so his toes are curling barefoot on the corridor floor.

Damn. Damn.]

You're-- moving into my building?

[Smooth.

He wishes he could take the words back as soon as they come out, trying to recover by pulling his lips up into a slightly teasing smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.]

Geez, you really don't go half measures to hunt down pupils and make them keep coming to class, huh?