[They fall into a comfortable back and forth, Bucky only telling Eggsy as much as he feels comfortable telling him. Fluent in Russian, enjoys dancing (or he used to, anyway), a little old-fashioned when it comes to pop culture references. He doesn't particularly mind looking down at Eggsy either, or feeling his hands brush against his legs.
He still doesn't quite flirt, not exactly, but there's a curious sort of interest there that he can't hide.
When they get to the point of actually trying on a suit, Bucky's a little wary. He doesn't really know what he looks good in anymore, regardless of his missing arm, and is inspecting himself in the mirror when he stills.]
There's someone else in your shop, and they're not a customer.
[No one else would try to open the door that quietly, much less without asking if anyone's there, considering the empty desk.]
[He continues to listen for a moment, picking out the faint shuffle of footstep patterns.] Several someones. Stay here.
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He still doesn't quite flirt, not exactly, but there's a curious sort of interest there that he can't hide.
When they get to the point of actually trying on a suit, Bucky's a little wary. He doesn't really know what he looks good in anymore, regardless of his missing arm, and is inspecting himself in the mirror when he stills.]
There's someone else in your shop, and they're not a customer.
[No one else would try to open the door that quietly, much less without asking if anyone's there, considering the empty desk.]
[He continues to listen for a moment, picking out the faint shuffle of footstep patterns.] Several someones. Stay here.