James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes (
trainwrecked) wrote2014-06-01 12:17 am
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It took a while, before he dialed the phone on the card. Weeks, he thought, he wasn't very good at keeping up with the dates. Or, rather, he didn't care that much.
But time had passed since the party. He'd memorized the information, then burned the card - in his experience already, anything after the last wipe wasn't going away, so he was using what part of his memory he could. Extensively.
In the end, though, he just picked a street phone and punched the number.
"Ms. Fukuyama?" Yes, she'd told him to call her Fuu. He couldn't be sure she'd pick up the phone herself. "This is James Banes."
That was how normal conversations went, wasn't it?
But time had passed since the party. He'd memorized the information, then burned the card - in his experience already, anything after the last wipe wasn't going away, so he was using what part of his memory he could. Extensively.
In the end, though, he just picked a street phone and punched the number.
"Ms. Fukuyama?" Yes, she'd told him to call her Fuu. He couldn't be sure she'd pick up the phone herself. "This is James Banes."
That was how normal conversations went, wasn't it?
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Acknowledgment, firm. And then, just as deadpan.
"And the bedtime really depends on the time zone."
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"Good night, James."
And then she was off into the rain, her heels clicking across the pavement. She didn't rush.
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It had been a very, very long time since anyone had said them to him. He couldn't recall who, or when, but it was a very long time ago.
Then he shook his head, and thought for a moment on what the answer should be. In the end, he settled on something which he knew could be a problem - he had been that problem, in some situations.
"Safe return home, Fuu."