It’s certainly been quite rough here, yes. Different.
Don’t suppose you would have a free moment to meet up with me? My quarters.
[The response doesn’t ring quite right. Something is tonally off, and what little is conveyed doesn’t really answer much. Communications like this can be intercepted though, so it’s best to keep in character, Bucky thinks.]
[If it gets intercepted, at least it'll look miscreant and sexually devious. But Ryuji also knows that James has never contacted him like this before, asking him to do... well, anything, ever... so he figures something's up.]
[Ryuji... Bucky finds laughter despite himself. The easiness of how Ryuji says it feels so foreign. He thought being in another war would have been the worst. He had been an idiot not to realize lying for so long would do its own number.]
I’m sure you’ll figure it out when you get here.
[The absolute ridiculousness of all this escapes the dire situation that would've caused this meeting to happen in the first place. He doesn't really know what's going on, or where this is supposed to end up, but even the flirting kind of feels... out of place in a weird way.
It's not that much longer (he does, indeed, shower) that he finds his way over to the other's villa. He stands outside for a second, hand coming up to the door to knock, and then stays himself for a moment. Okay, whatever- he'll knock. Totally risky rendezvous incoming.
And he finds himself, clearing his throat and, fuck-]
[He certainly had a feeling Ryuji would try to play the part of a solicitor, especially after they way Bucky himself had replied almost as if he were genuinely soliciting the kid. A guy like him has scruples though, so even when it’s all pretend, an uncomfortable feeling settles in the pit of his stomach as he leans playfully against the door frame and offers a playful smirk.]
I ever tell you how nice you look when you clean up for me?
[Oh, God. He’s going to hell for this, isn’t he...
Sidestepping smoothly, he opens the door further and gestures Ryuji in, continuing with a lyrically pleasant voice, dripping with sexual undertone.]
[With his back turned to the potentiation of spies everywhere, there's a visible what the fuck flavor to his features that gives himself away in every way, shape and form. And he knows if he says anything, that his voice will betray him, or his body language will signal fire off red flags.
And so, he just goes into the apartment.
When the door's closed-]
Ugh....
[It's not you, Bucky, he just... could never see himself behaving that way. It goes SO against anything he's ever stood for.]
[Bucky smiles apologetically first thing.] Sorry. I know you were just kidding around, but.
Well, I guess even being lecherous is some avenue of power in this fucked up place.
[There’s a tired look in his face that’s been there since the door’s closed, a knit in his brow that doesn’t seem to go away. Even as he sighs, seems to let himself relax now that the pretense has gone, Bucky doesn’t seem quite all there as he claps a friendly hand to Ryuji’s shoulder and tugs him into a friendly, horizontal bump of their bodies.]
[The whole world here isn't that far off from the one he came from. Okay, aside from the ruthless and mindless vore and killing- lots of people behaved in a might makes right kind of fashion. Political maneuvers were commonplace. As well as backstabbing.]
It's not that messed up. These spider bitches are just... more open and honest about it. I bet a lot of people back home feel the same way they do, just... don't have the predator instinct in 'em to go all out.
[But he sighs, feeling the awkwardness that's looming. The sadness is pretty apparent, even as they exchange embrace. Ryuji, though, offers a neverending ray of sunshine, spotless and ever charging forward.]
Somehow!? Somehow I haven't been eaten. Don't ask me how.
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@BUCKET
[Loaded question, but Bucky figures Ryuji doesn’t need the novel he otherwise wants to unpack on someone.]
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I mean, at least as well as you can be without worrying about a spider eating your face off. And then your head off too
But otherwise hangin in there
How are you???
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Don’t suppose you would have a free moment to meet up with me? My quarters.
[The response doesn’t ring quite right. Something is tonally off, and what little is conveyed doesn’t really answer much. Communications like this can be intercepted though, so it’s best to keep in character, Bucky thinks.]
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Invited into another man's bedroom
What am I gonna do with myself
[If it gets intercepted, at least it'll look miscreant and sexually devious. But Ryuji also knows that James has never contacted him like this before, asking him to do... well, anything, ever... so he figures something's up.]
Be over in 30, gotta shower
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I’m sure you’ll figure it out when you get here.
Knock. I’ll be waiting.
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It's not that much longer (he does, indeed, shower) that he finds his way over to the other's villa. He stands outside for a second, hand coming up to the door to knock, and then stays himself for a moment. Okay, whatever- he'll knock. Totally risky rendezvous incoming.
And he finds himself, clearing his throat and, fuck-]
Hey big guy~ I'm here~
[This is the nightmare scenario.]
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I ever tell you how nice you look when you clean up for me?
[Oh, God. He’s going to hell for this, isn’t he...
Sidestepping smoothly, he opens the door further and gestures Ryuji in, continuing with a lyrically pleasant voice, dripping with sexual undertone.]
Come in, come in. Make yourself comfortable.
[Yep. Definitely going to hell for this.]
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And so, he just goes into the apartment.
When the door's closed-]
Ugh....
[It's not you, Bucky, he just... could never see himself behaving that way. It goes SO against anything he's ever stood for.]
Well, now that that's over. 'Sup.
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Well, I guess even being lecherous is some avenue of power in this fucked up place.
[There’s a tired look in his face that’s been there since the door’s closed, a knit in his brow that doesn’t seem to go away. Even as he sighs, seems to let himself relax now that the pretense has gone, Bucky doesn’t seem quite all there as he claps a friendly hand to Ryuji’s shoulder and tugs him into a friendly, horizontal bump of their bodies.]
Y’haven’t been bitten yet, right?
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[The whole world here isn't that far off from the one he came from. Okay, aside from the ruthless and mindless vore and killing- lots of people behaved in a might makes right kind of fashion. Political maneuvers were commonplace. As well as backstabbing.]
It's not that messed up. These spider bitches are just... more open and honest about it. I bet a lot of people back home feel the same way they do, just... don't have the predator instinct in 'em to go all out.
[But he sighs, feeling the awkwardness that's looming. The sadness is pretty apparent, even as they exchange embrace. Ryuji, though, offers a neverending ray of sunshine, spotless and ever charging forward.]
Somehow!? Somehow I haven't been eaten. Don't ask me how.