[Bucky's jaw gets tight, eyes darting to the side. He's already breaking the rules offering to take Zevran to the club after his party is over and he can't push himself to do that much more than that. If the elf keeps doing this, he'll break and then they'll both be in trouble. Bucky's already decided that he's going to be the one that is responsible for them both. He has to be.]
Wear that new suit.
[He perks up at the mention of clothing. A safe topic, one that Bucky could indulge in without too much concern. Zevran looked good in anything he put on, but those were Bucky's favorites.]
Yeah, wear something your parents would like to your party and take clothes to change into. Your loose pants with that purple shirt, the one that shows your belly.
[Bucky looks away as he says that, moving to Zevran's bed to straighten it up a little. Better that than anything else he could be touching.]
Then we'll go have breakfast and head to the venue. The sweeter you are to your mom and dad, the less likely they'll care when you tell them your ready to leave a little earlier than they'd originally planned.
They already know I can't stand this type of thing.
[Honestly it would be a miracle if he made through dinner. He would try his best, but the promise of leaving to go to the club is just enough to get him excited. He wants the party over and it hasn't even started yet.
His lips curl into a smile as he hears Bucky's suggestion. A suit and then a crop top? He could do that. He smiles a bit more, the fact that Bucky suggested it means that the intended purpose of that shirt worked. To draw attention, he's glad that it's Bucky's.]
You like that shirt? [He looks over his shoulder as he starts to dress. He buttons his shirt, pulls on his fitted pants, and starts to toy with his vest and tie.] I guess I have to wear it more often then.
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[Bucky's jaw gets tight, eyes darting to the side. He's already breaking the rules offering to take Zevran to the club after his party is over and he can't push himself to do that much more than that. If the elf keeps doing this, he'll break and then they'll both be in trouble. Bucky's already decided that he's going to be the one that is responsible for them both. He has to be.]
Wear that new suit.
[He perks up at the mention of clothing. A safe topic, one that Bucky could indulge in without too much concern. Zevran looked good in anything he put on, but those were Bucky's favorites.]
Yeah, wear something your parents would like to your party and take clothes to change into. Your loose pants with that purple shirt, the one that shows your belly.
[Bucky looks away as he says that, moving to Zevran's bed to straighten it up a little. Better that than anything else he could be touching.]
Then we'll go have breakfast and head to the venue. The sweeter you are to your mom and dad, the less likely they'll care when you tell them your ready to leave a little earlier than they'd originally planned.
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[Honestly it would be a miracle if he made through dinner. He would try his best, but the promise of leaving to go to the club is just enough to get him excited. He wants the party over and it hasn't even started yet.
His lips curl into a smile as he hears Bucky's suggestion. A suit and then a crop top? He could do that. He smiles a bit more, the fact that Bucky suggested it means that the intended purpose of that shirt worked. To draw attention, he's glad that it's Bucky's.]
You like that shirt? [He looks over his shoulder as he starts to dress. He buttons his shirt, pulls on his fitted pants, and starts to toy with his vest and tie.] I guess I have to wear it more often then.