Bucky laughs. "Not like I was much of a green thumb. Remember that poor ficus my Ma gave me for the apartment?" He smooths his hair out of his face left-handed, looking sweaty and anxious. "But that's what I was doing, you know. Wasn't like I was White Wolf all the time." He winces. He shouldn't be talking about himself in the past tense, not when he's alive.
But he's smiling. "It's not so bad. My hut is comfortable. It's not the kind of place you spend all day in, you know? But it's comfortable. Lots of blankets." His shoulders droop a little, a clear sign he's doing his best to relax. "Kinda hard to believe, but I like the quiet life." There's a reason he normally doesn't have his left arm attached to his body, after all.
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Date: 2018-05-15 01:17 am (UTC)But he's smiling. "It's not so bad. My hut is comfortable. It's not the kind of place you spend all day in, you know? But it's comfortable. Lots of blankets." His shoulders droop a little, a clear sign he's doing his best to relax. "Kinda hard to believe, but I like the quiet life." There's a reason he normally doesn't have his left arm attached to his body, after all.