[Feeling the tension in Jefferson's body, Rumlow skims over his neck on the next pass. Some people just have issues there. Ticklish or sensitive. Whatever. He'll be courteous. No need to get the guy all wound up again. He sticks to his hair, fingers carding through the short crop at the back. He stalls when Jefferson turns, hand sliding down to his shoulder instead.
The smile earns him one in turn, though Rumlow's is far less hesitant. His success pleases him and the little flirtation is a bonus. He lifts his brows and shrugs.]
I said that, didn't I? [He grins.] But yeah. You got a good look.
[One remarkably similar to his wife's cousin, who is probably the same person that Rumlow once felt admiration for when he was a kid, learning about the Howling Commandos in school.]
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The smile earns him one in turn, though Rumlow's is far less hesitant. His success pleases him and the little flirtation is a bonus. He lifts his brows and shrugs.]
I said that, didn't I? [He grins.] But yeah. You got a good look.
[One remarkably similar to his wife's cousin, who is probably the same person that Rumlow once felt admiration for when he was a kid, learning about the Howling Commandos in school.]