[ Just imagine how the music sounds to Bucky, who's only had two years to try to catch up on everything he missed over the past... seven decades. In fact, he's been trying to make out the lyrics to some of these songs in an attempt to work out what they're about.
So, while it doesn't escape him that he's no longer alone at the table, he's still looking up at some of the speakers, brow somewhat furrowed, as he takes in the song. Is it about a woman trying to get pregnant? Or is she looking for another sweetheart? There's some predatory imagery going on either way...
At the sound of his name, he pulls his focus away from the music, looking over at the girl. She has an open, friendly face that puts him somewhat at ease, and he accepts the offered hand, giving it a quick shake. ]
That's me. Nice to meet you. [ He quirks a little smile at her. ] Were you good at his class? I'm not exactly an artist, myself.
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So, while it doesn't escape him that he's no longer alone at the table, he's still looking up at some of the speakers, brow somewhat furrowed, as he takes in the song. Is it about a woman trying to get pregnant? Or is she looking for another sweetheart? There's some predatory imagery going on either way...
At the sound of his name, he pulls his focus away from the music, looking over at the girl. She has an open, friendly face that puts him somewhat at ease, and he accepts the offered hand, giving it a quick shake. ]
That's me. Nice to meet you. [ He quirks a little smile at her. ] Were you good at his class? I'm not exactly an artist, myself.
[ FAR. FROM. IT. ]