[Steve glances over, and he has to wonder just how many hours Bucky has dedicated to watching videos of cats. He would put down money on a good number, if he were a betting type.
But he isn't. Even though he's at a point where he doesn't have to worry about money, he's still not going to throw it away.
He huffs out a laugh when Bucky's feet settle on his chest, and without really thinking his hand shifts down so that he can try and tickle him. If he remembers right, the undersides of Bucky's feet are pretty sensitive.]
Oh, that's the word, is it? So when did you want to go?
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But he isn't. Even though he's at a point where he doesn't have to worry about money, he's still not going to throw it away.
He huffs out a laugh when Bucky's feet settle on his chest, and without really thinking his hand shifts down so that he can try and tickle him. If he remembers right, the undersides of Bucky's feet are pretty sensitive.]
Oh, that's the word, is it? So when did you want to go?