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MCA #-4, Thursday Morning
Apr. 8th, 2021 11:35 amBucky's dreams were -- vivid. As much as a collection of flashes could be called that. The swell of music. The warmth of a room full of people. Someone shouting his name. Brass against a red curtain, smiling faces, loud, loud, loud. Spinning so fast he'd either chuck up or just laugh, and then --
The swell of a dress.
The warmth of a single body.
A red ponytail.
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Bucky woke up with a gasp. His eyes checked the room around him, frantic, but there was nothing off. Everything - not that there was much - was exactly as it had been when he'd fallen asleep. His heart was racing, though.
He looked down his body.
... Right.
He was going to need a cold shower.
[ooc: Open! ... A little later.]
The swell of a dress.
The warmth of a single body.
A red ponytail.
Bucky woke up with a gasp. His eyes checked the room around him, frantic, but there was nothing off. Everything - not that there was much - was exactly as it had been when he'd fallen asleep. His heart was racing, though.
He looked down his body.
... Right.
He was going to need a cold shower.
[ooc: Open! ... A little later.]
