[ Dude they're not even going to talk about that, okay, it was kind of freakishly soothing.
Bucky watches his hand dip down, and it doesn't really click what he's doing until he feels fingers at the underside of his feet and he jerks, kicking away from him, startled until it registers. ]
Jesus, Steve, I could've broken your nose.
[ He kicks him for good measure, realizing he hasn't been tickled in -- in Christ, what, seventy years? Jesus. Another kick for good measure, and Bucky watches him warily in case he tries it again, but the edges of a smile tug at his lips. ]
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Bucky watches his hand dip down, and it doesn't really click what he's doing until he feels fingers at the underside of his feet and he jerks, kicking away from him, startled until it registers. ]
Jesus, Steve, I could've broken your nose.
[ He kicks him for good measure, realizing he hasn't been tickled in -- in Christ, what, seventy years? Jesus. Another kick for good measure, and Bucky watches him warily in case he tries it again, but the edges of a smile tug at his lips. ]
Don't know. Look at my schedule. It's awful busy.
[ doing fucking nothing, okay, he's gonna go stir crazy. ]