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[bucky_cap]

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[bye_to_yer_head]

.... How many arms should you have?

[bucky_cap]

One, if you don't count the prosthetic that seems to have been replaced with...

Well, hell, this whole fucking body isn't mine.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Sounds loike an upgrade if you ask me. Though I bet you can find someone t' chop th' other one off if you really want.

[bucky_cap]

Not really an upgrade with the prosthetic I had. Can't say I wouldn't want my real arm back, but this isn't my real arm. There are no scars.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Well that's this place fer ya. I don't actually miss any of my scars. But it is roight unsettlin' lookin' in the mirror when you should look a mite different.

Could always be worse mate.

[bucky_cap]

Unsettling is an understatement, and I'd say I look more than a 'mite' different. [A sigh.]

How the hell does it get worse? I'm in a body that isn't mine in a town in 1950s America that I can't leave, and I'm married to a soulless puppet.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Well, you also 'ave two souless kids runnin' around.

*Mr. Optimism here.*

[bucky_cap]

[There's a long pause.]

...Right. So. Suicide, is that a thing here?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Pretty sure you'd just come back. I could shoot you if yer interested.

[bucky_cap]

Wait, people come back around here?

[bye_to_yer_head]

That's what I've heard. You wanna test it out mate? I'd be willin' to lend a hand. Or a bullet.

[bucky_cap]

Why are you so obsessed with shooting me? It's an expression, jackass. [Though he doesn't really sound all that bothered. Man gets shot at on a daily basis almost.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

You're th' one talkin' about suicide mate.

Wait... which part 'f that was an expression?

[bucky_cap]

"Suicide being a thing", that's an expression. [ALL HIS FACEPALMS.] I'm not seriously considering it. Homicide, though...

[bye_to_yer_head]

Are you makin' that up?

[bucky_cap]

Why would I make it up?