video;

[priceoffreedom]

[There's a moment where Steve is turning on his device; it still takes him a bit, because he's not quite used to it yet. But now it's video. He's not quite smiling, but there is something lighter about his face.]

I found a dog in the Oxygen Gardens. He seems really friendly, like he's used to people, and he followed me right back out. I gave him some food and some water, but I'm not his owner.

[The camera moves and shows a stately chocolate lab, looking adorable, up at Steve. He is sitting in a "good sit" position, practically vibrating with I'm a good dog, love me rays.]

Does he belong to anyone? I'd like to find him his owner.

Comments

[kutte]

[ that's pleasantly surprising. ]

Not an answer I expected, boy scout. But a good one.

[priceoffreedom]

I never made it into the boy scouts.

[Asthma. But he sounds very vaguely amused.]

[kutte]

Probably for the best. I hear that shit's a waste of time.

[priceoffreedom]

So I'm guessing that means you didn't bother with it, either.

[kutte]

Nah. My family wasn't big on Boy Scouts. Learned how to shoot instead of how to tie knots.

[priceoffreedom]

Are you a soldier?

[kutte]

Nah. I'm a mechanic.

[priceoffreedom]

I can't say I know much about mechanics, that's Bucky's thing.

[kutte]

I haven't met a Bucky yet. But I'll keep my eye out. You got a snazzy first name too, or should I guess?

[priceoffreedom]

Steve. Steve Rogers.

[kutte]

Jax Teller. Glad to meet ya.

Gosh Jax so angry

[priceoffreedom]

It's good to meet you, too.

random icon always betraying me :c

[kutte]

I'll see you round, Rogers. Good luck with the dog.