Nosferatu WW2

[freightcars]

WHO: (Who is making the post)
WHERE: Room2 a la Inn
WHEN: June 6, early evening.
OPEN TO: Sam Moon
WARNINGS: Mentions of gore / vampire related things / involuntary medical procedures, etc. Adult themes and sexual content.

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Just as his text implies, Bucky Barnes' door is, for once, left open just a smidgeon. Cracked half way to allow for someone to see in, to see him settled in one of the chairs before the (empty) desk provided with the room. The layout is otherwise neat if largely empty; the bed is made with military corners, there are no personal affects aside from clothes tucked into drawers and random books taken from storage to pass the time. He's vacantly thumbing through one when Sam arrives, an he offers her a smile more resembling a grimace when she arrives.

Comments

exactly what I was thinking.

[freightcars]

It's definitely a feat of some kind, laughs are few and far between from Bucky Barnes. Something about the unfiltered and relatable nature Sam carries around her seems to shake them out of him like apples from a tree. And there she is, calling him blue again, getting an exasperated but somehow already fond shake of his head.

"Don't bother, we could use the company," is all she gets, mischievous in his tone and in the look in his eye. "Just don't give them my address when the party's over."

And on that note, he'll shut the door. Always good to leave on the last word, especially if it's a terrible, terrible joke.

Yaaaaaaaaaaaas :D

[thegreatexperiment]

Now that was her signature move. Leaving with the last word. Sam found herself staring at the door for a second trying to parse out that last bit.

Had that ended well? She honestly wasn't sure.

Playing with one of the pins in her hair, she shuffled back to her room, quietly shutting the door. "What the fuck?" she muttered to herself. Because, seriously, what the fuck?

In the end, she could only chalk up the whole experience to 'people are weird.'

But all the same, a few minutes later, when she crawled into bed, she had to cover her face with her pillow to stifle a loud groan.