#sniperchild

It hadn’t been that long since Ray had left died. Two weeks, three days, four hours. Geoff had suggested doing a job, something small and simple to get their minds off it-- but making a job without having a dedicated sniper was fucking hard. Not undoable, but hard. He also wasn’t so sure about actually fucking doing a god damn job without him when the wound was so damn fresh. Which was why he was walking around the city, trying to clear his head. Trying to stop thinking about it and get over it so they could do this half ass robbery tomorrow.

Which was why he wasn’t paying attention fucking at all, and ran right into this guy. A cute guy. “ Sorry! Sorry-- my mistake.

💋 - How does your muse feel about people who cheat? Do they see a reason for it, or is it completely immoral? 

Bucky doesn’t particularly like nor understand the reasoning behind people who cheat. Logic is simple, and it awes him how people seem to dismiss this logic. ‘ If you don’t want someone, or you’re tempted to hurt them - leave them. ‘ He’s always figured if he loses in the person he’s with, he’d rather hurt them with the truth, than to hurt them with being dishonest and to ruin future relationships through distrust

👻 - Does your muse believe in an afterlife? What do they think it’s like?

 Ironically enough, he does believe in an afterlife. He believes in a Heaven, and a Hell. He was raised on this believe, and it didn’t deter throughout his extended life time. As for what he thinks it’s like? He knows he’s going to hell so it won’t be anything good, there’s no denying that, and there’s no sense in trying to redeem or cleanse the blood on his hands. 

🌺 - Does your muse have a favorite flower? Why do they like it?

             Lucy hadn't talked to him that much, she had talked to her father, Addy and Warren and Doc a little bit, but not 10K. Not very much anyways. She hardly knew him and he was pretty quiet.10K - he was going to kill ten thousand zombies and it seemed he was close. Eyes looked at him for a moment as they were left in the room by themselves. Everyone was splitting up to look for stuff.

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                      Rapid fire exchange of words being partially shouted and hissed are being thrown from both sides of the room. Except when he’s told he’s hated, and it comes out so harsh and so unexpectedly… silence falls over him, thick tension looming over them. Eyebrows knit together and his jaw is set, lips pinched before stern expressions begins to relax. Initial anger, is why they’re here… and he has to simmer down and breathe. Powerful words were uttered, words that have impacted far too many friendships - hell, has impacted families. One’s that should be spoken carefully, and yet… he can’t linger over them for far too long. 

                     Both were caught in the moment, he can understand the frustration and the anger and that it might have come out quicker than he might have thought it. “I know you didn’t mean that.” Thankful for the silence that had overcome them afterwards, he could be heard. Voice is relatively quiet, and his hands clasp in front of him. Shoulders begin to slump, and the tension that had riddled him earlier is beginning to wither away. “Look, let’s just… relax. And come back to this, okay?” A brow raises, though it’s not entirely a question. It’s firm, and it’s more of an order for the both of them. “Before we say something we’ll actually regret.”

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💻 for a starter where my muse is a sentient AI