[log] not a babysitter [closed]

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Characters: Bucky and Flynn
Location: Building 273
Date: Night 370
Summary: Two awkward men have a meet up
Warnings: None yet, any that crop up will be in the subject lines

[Bucky has almost forgotten that he agreed to meet Flynn, with everything that's been happening with John and the people that now know a secret that shouldn't have been talked about, he's had other things on his mind than a slightly too awkward librarian.

But somehow he's ended up in the rendezvous building anyway, brooding to himself as lockdown gets closer.

He frowns when the door opens, looking forbiddingly at the doorway.]

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[cahooted]

[Flynn arrives fashionably late, covered in snow and ice, as usual. It seems to stick to him in impossible places, giveaways that he probably stumbled and fell more than once. Shoving the door close with his heel he shakes himself like a dog, blowing a freezing raspberry, before he notices the other and his stare.

Ah.

Well.

That is one hell of a greeting and he raises his hand in return, doing the only thing he can think of which is giving him a friendly smile.]

Bucky, hi. Wow, you're early! Have you been here long? My foot got stuck in a crevice, I'm so glad I have this crowbar, really, I mean, what is up with these snow slopes lately. [He puts his gear down.] You know, the other day I fell and almost got trapped under my bag? I mean, I did, but someone pulled me out.

[Sorry, Bucky. He babbles when things get awkward. Clearly you're gonna have a nice, quiet evening ahead of you.]