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[worthallthis]

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[worthallthis]

Okay

[Which means, the next time they get together for whatever reason (be it just dinner, music playing, or Enclosure work on Becca's book), he's eyeing her hair more than the rest of her, trying to work out how best to get a proper braid into it. A proper couple braids, maybe.]

[vaccination]

[Yeah, well!!! Ellie will be doing the same but not saying but totally noticing what he's doing. She knows how to do buns and ponytails. Brace yourself, Bucky.]

[worthallthis]

[Let's say it's dinner. The least frought of the options, here.

He notices her noticing, and it's... kind of amusing, actually.]

Okay. Apparently we have to do the thing.

[Are you going to assume the thing is the right thing, Ellie?]

[vaccination]

[Ellie narrows her eyes at him. Maybe, just maybe, there was a pang of jealousy about him having that sort of thing with Annie, but she'll never admit it, most of all not to herself. She doesn't get jealous. She doesn't care. Totally doesn't care about people forging relationships or anything. Not her business, right?]

I think we do have to do the thing.

[It better be the hair and not like, cleaning her room.]

[worthallthis]

[Aw, Ellie. Take heart in the fact that he's literally spoken to Annie twice.]

I gotta eat something first. But then.

[He's going to make her wait, just a little. They're already headed for seats, anyway, in B's habitual spot with his back to the wall. He won't eat too slowly, today.]

[vaccination]

[Ellie never eats much, but she tends to inhale whatever she picks out. Old habits die hard.]

Then. My place or yours?

[worthallthis]

[He considers that as he settles at his usual chair, and has a bite. His place is marginally safer, but he also doesn't want to potentially give it any more unsafe feelings by doing this. In the end, he goes with:]

Yours. If it's not too much of a disaster.

[vaccination]

My place is fine, thank you. Not even close to a disaster.

[There was some accidental tidying up after all the blankets and pillows were cleared. But he's in a good mood, seems like, so she's determined to keep it that way.]

[worthallthis]

[That earns her a dubious but good-natured:]

Uh-huh. I'll believe it when I see it.

[This kind of teasing he's actually pretty good at, he thinks. He's working steadily on his dinner, anyway. Some kind of thick creamy soup today, in an actual bowl made out of bread. The things people come up with, man.]

[vaccination]

[Ellie's opted for sides, shoveling a salad into her mouth faster than necessary.]

You're sassy today. I like it.

[worthallthis]

Yeah, well, I need the practice at acting like an actual person.

[He means it lightly. It doesn't come out as lightly as he wants, but it's not too bad.]

[vaccination]

[It's not.]

Damn. You mean I wasn't hanging out with a rabbit in a person suit all this time?

[worthallthis]

[He would never pass for a rabbit, come on, Ellie. A dog, maybe. Or a stray cat. But he bites a lot harder than a rabbit.

Besides, wrong class of thing entirely, there.]

More like a gun in a person suit.

[vaccination]

Mmm, no. Rabbit is better.

[He can spook like one, sometimes. But Ellie just smiles, going in on a cup of vanilla pudding.]

And I'm the expert, or at least I get to say I'm the expert for a while.

[Her reward after surviving her time inside his body.]

[worthallthis]

[Brat. But he likes brats, sometimes, so.]

Have you ever even met a rabbit?

[Not that B is sure he has, either. ... he thinks he may have skinned one once? Roasted it over a campfire? Huh.]

[vaccination]

[Ellie makes a face at him.]

Lots of rabbits.

[... that she usually killed for a meal.]

Look, I'm just saying... Bunny also starts with B.

[Bucky and Bunny rhyme, too. So. Rabbit.]

[worthallthis]

Ellie, that's terrible.

[He actually groans at that, and makes a point to focus on his breadbowl. He's down to the actual bread now, at least.]

[vaccination]

You're terrible.

[Good thing Easter passed and she's still hesitant to use his name. There would be Easter Bucky jokes.]

[worthallthis]

[Good call, Ellie.]

I'm terrible. You're the one calling somebody a rabbit. I'm just defending myself.

[vaccination]

You are! You were calling yourself a gun. Rabbits are cute, at least. So, you're welcome.

[She sticks her tongue out at him.]

I am only ever complimentary.

[worthallthis]

[He pauses and looks down at himself skeptically.]

Ellie. I am not cute. Guns are at least useful.

[And occasionally beautiful. He's got a handful he's actually quite fond of.]

[vaccination]

Rabbits are also useful.

[Food and clothing.]

[worthallthis]

Yeah, after you kill them.

[He pauses, and snorts.]

Well. I guess technically I am dead, so. What's the verdict? Sticking me in a stew or wearing my skin?

[vaccination]

I already wore your skin, so...

[Ellie looks at him. Unrelated to anything--]

So, how's that bread bowl? Good for say... a stew?

[worthallthis]

Bread bowl's almost gone, you'll have to find somethin' else.