...really? Well then... [ She wasn't even aware that she had gotten up from the couch and padded to the kitchen, stumbling a bit. At this point her filter for actions and words was nonexistent, and she just rolled where her mind took her. She didn't think twice about wrapping her arms around Steph from behind, leaning on her shoulder with a wolf grin.] I will take the burden of giving you a great idea for your...next artistic masterpiece. Draw...
[ She backs away, still having the blanket wrapped around her, and clutches it while stretching out her arms, in a very bat-like motion. ] Me! Climbing...climbing the empire state building...battling king kong...and rescuing my dame...with lasers....and confetti. [ Bucky was pleased of herself, moving to place her hands on her hips as if her idea was worthy of a nobel peace prize. ]
[ She moved to plop herself on a nearby chair, leaning back and yawning loudly. She was quiet for a minute again as her mind swam, trying to sort drunken fantasies and memories. More memories of art, of a drawing class that consisted of Steph actually showing talent, and Bucky drawing cartoons of herself with large breasts and an army of loyal tiger steeds. A flash from a time, seemingly earlier, younger, when a jealous classmate had stepped on - and snapped - all of Stephanie's pencils. Bucky's eyes went dark.] ...'were so good. But people are assholes...I could kill them, you know, Steph. People...no one's gonna give you a hard time anymore.
[She cocooned in the blankets once again and breathed deeply, managing to muster a laugh after a time. She didn't know why, but somehow that sounded wrong. Right, and wrong. No one should hurt Steph, no one. She would snap the neck of anyone who tried. And yet, somehow, the thought of that made her tinge with guilt. Or maybe she didn't feel guilty enough...]
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[ She backs away, still having the blanket wrapped around her, and clutches it while stretching out her arms, in a very bat-like motion. ] Me! Climbing...climbing the empire state building...battling king kong...and rescuing my dame...with lasers....and confetti. [ Bucky was pleased of herself, moving to place her hands on her hips as if her idea was worthy of a nobel peace prize. ]
[ She moved to plop herself on a nearby chair, leaning back and yawning loudly. She was quiet for a minute again as her mind swam, trying to sort drunken fantasies and memories. More memories of art, of a drawing class that consisted of Steph actually showing talent, and Bucky drawing cartoons of herself with large breasts and an army of loyal tiger steeds. A flash from a time, seemingly earlier, younger, when a jealous classmate had stepped on - and snapped - all of Stephanie's pencils. Bucky's eyes went dark.] ...'were so good. But people are assholes...I could kill them, you know, Steph. People...no one's gonna give you a hard time anymore.
[She cocooned in the blankets once again and breathed deeply, managing to muster a laugh after a time. She didn't know why, but somehow that sounded wrong. Right, and wrong. No one should hurt Steph, no one. She would snap the neck of anyone who tried. And yet, somehow, the thought of that made her tinge with guilt. Or maybe she didn't feel guilty enough...]