Steve's relationship with the world around him, dirt included, is just tremendously different. Which is weird, because when he was young his immune system was shot. He probably should have been more wary of germs. He's been exposed to TB, in fact, although since the serum he doesn't test positive any longer. Yet another disease he can't carry or transmit. That's a good thing; he thinks his mother would be pleased about that, if nothing else that's happened to him since her death.
He makes a little surprised sound when Tony drapes across him, and he knows it's primarily to avoid contact with the bus seat, but it feels good anyway and he doesn't care. PDA is normally not his thing, true, but he's hungry enough for affection he'll take whatever gets thrown his way. "Well, okay," he says softly. "Consider this an open invitation to use me as your furniture whenever."
He doesn't mean that in a kinky way. It's debatable whether he knows it can be interpreted in a kinky way.
Steve seems strangely enchanted by the tawdry pageantry of the casino. The brightness of the interior lights in the midst of the day give it a surreal quality. He feels like he's lucid-dreaming. "Not bad," he tells Tony quietly, "but I get to choose our next vacation spot, okay?"
They'll have to buy chips first, and Steve handles that transaction, splitting the chips between them. They're going to get pressured to buy drinks, too, especially if they catch the eyes of anyone watching the floor because they're winning too much. "I'll come lookin' for you in an hour or so," he tells Tony. "Or you can find me."
Blackjack is going to be the best place to start, but if they play at the same table they'll just trip one another up.
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Date: 2018-07-30 06:19 pm (UTC)He makes a little surprised sound when Tony drapes across him, and he knows it's primarily to avoid contact with the bus seat, but it feels good anyway and he doesn't care. PDA is normally not his thing, true, but he's hungry enough for affection he'll take whatever gets thrown his way. "Well, okay," he says softly. "Consider this an open invitation to use me as your furniture whenever."
He doesn't mean that in a kinky way. It's debatable whether he knows it can be interpreted in a kinky way.
Steve seems strangely enchanted by the tawdry pageantry of the casino. The brightness of the interior lights in the midst of the day give it a surreal quality. He feels like he's lucid-dreaming. "Not bad," he tells Tony quietly, "but I get to choose our next vacation spot, okay?"
They'll have to buy chips first, and Steve handles that transaction, splitting the chips between them. They're going to get pressured to buy drinks, too, especially if they catch the eyes of anyone watching the floor because they're winning too much. "I'll come lookin' for you in an hour or so," he tells Tony. "Or you can find me."
Blackjack is going to be the best place to start, but if they play at the same table they'll just trip one another up.