[ That patch of ground is convenient, Bucky's flopping onto it a second later with a graceful sort of slump, the kind that has his ass bouncing on the grace until he settles, elbows over knees. He's got dust and debris sticking to sweat on his forehead - and isn't that a novelty that got old fast. Sweating again over practically nothing. It comes second only to muscle soreness, which is a bitch and a half.
He huffs at the question, running the heel of his palm over his face, scratching at dirt but really mostly just spreading it around. ]
Wouldn't mind cooking it first.
[ He says, but he more or less agrees. They may not have the metabolisms they used to, but it still takes a hell of a lot of calories for a normal human at this height and muscle percentage. ]
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He huffs at the question, running the heel of his palm over his face, scratching at dirt but really mostly just spreading it around. ]
Wouldn't mind cooking it first.
[ He says, but he more or less agrees. They may not have the metabolisms they used to, but it still takes a hell of a lot of calories for a normal human at this height and muscle percentage. ]