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I wouldn't mind a turn at being the favorite either.

Surely you've better things to do.

❤️❤️❤️

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well

fwiw
I much prefer your company

which is also why I'd rather spend my evening with you, if I have the choice to

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give him a few moments with that, honestly]

Where are you, then?

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( always. )

my apartment
just wrapping up some work

( via laptop. he really should get a better surface to use his computer with, but there's the whole lack of furniture thing he seems to constantly dismiss. )

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For much longer?

[knocking is respectful. not interrupting work probably is as well.]

Have you eaten?

[fussing probably isn't as overtly respectful, but whatever's tense in his chest needs to be let out somehow.]

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20 min tops

( then, more hesitantly: )

I had coffee

( which is to say, no, he hasn't eaten. but he's definitely trying to pretend coffee counts for something.

the fussing isn't entirely unwarranted, here. )

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And was it more than your body weight in coffee, then?

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is that a challenge?

( he knows it's not. he's just trying to change the subject.

no one wants to pee that much. geeze. )

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[ ok but]

Yes.

If you can manage in the next twenty minutes, I won't make you eat anything I bring.

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I can't even make that much coffee in 20 minutes

( what a way to cry foul over a hole you dug yourself, barnes. )

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Not with that attitude, certainly.

[but, you know, in the end, this is a more cheerful place for loki to be sitting for the next 20 minutes, so. result(?).]

I'll bring lihapiirakka if you can't manage xx

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be ready to bring a lot ( because now he's hungry. )

I'm bringing out the second coffee maker

( look, a challenge is still a challenge. and it's not like he won't drink it all later. )

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[gently bullying each other into being healthier and happier, as friends do.]

And are we counting the coffee you've already had toward your total?

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( yes, friends. definitely just that. )

why not? four cups ain't much, compared to my body mass

but are we including or excluding the arm?

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I'd have thought including, but I suppose you'd know best.

How many cups to go, then?

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the arm can't even process the coffee, but sure why not

4 cups is about 2 lbs
and I'm 260 give or take with the arm
so


1031 cups to go

( ...he just downed one more. that was the pause. )

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[fellas is it weird to be charmed by the knowledge someone is chugging coffee mid-math-equation or]

So you're practically there xx

Shall I give you a few extra minutes?

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yeah total breeze

you could always come watch me suffer



door's unlocked

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[

fellas is it weird and slightly queer to have a heart flutter that someone's left a door open for you or]

Won't the food compromise your valiant efforts?

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(

fellas is it weird to like when he makes easily refuted excuses just so you can double down and change his mind cause it makes your heart feel funny? )

not when the company always inspires me to give my all

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Only in crucial matters such as these, I'd imagine.

[exemplary platonic friends]

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but of course
only for the most important things

( there's nothing strange on the back cover summary, so it must be platonic. )

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[truly could anything check out more as just normal friendship things than making this their night. lots of buds are probably doing this across all nine realms right now.

in this particular corner, loki is absolutely giving a polite knock before letting himself into bucky's apartment, one arm full of a bag of pies.]

Are you properly done working, then?

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( there's a hum, in answer to loki, as bucky continues to down another cup, typing on his laptop, sitting on the kitchen counter, one-handed as he goes.

seems like an "almost"?

when he turns and catches sight of the bag of pies, bucky grins, only then breathing, having finished the cup, licking his lips and setting the emptied mug aside on the counter to be filled again. )

Feels a little unfair that you brought me a feast, now, though. Should I order something for you?

( not that he'd ever complain of making a meal of snack pies, but he does want to know loki's preference, here. not like it's a date or anything, that's just a regular thing to ask, right? )

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[it's a nice comfortable acknowledgment. it's a nice little grin. it's a nice smack of lips. it's a nice vignette altogether, really, of bucky more or less at ease in his own space.

it's all definitely not a date. it's just spending an evening together with food and drink because they enjoy each other's company, so. absolutely the farthest thing.]

I wouldn't call a pile of meat and pastry a "feast." [although it is, apparently, a hefty amount of those things from the slight 'whomp' as loki sets the bag down on the counter.] Besides, I imagine my tastes are a bit expensive. How many cups now?