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[lastrat]

[Bond is very, very grumpy looking when the video comes on. Very. Very. Grumpy. He's also looking a little ridiculous, because the suit he's wearing - one of his best, Tom Ford in dark gray, with lighter pinstripes - is not fitting him as well as it usually does. It doesn't quite hang off him - James has never been scrawny - but there is noticeable room in his shoulders, at his waist, even in his god damned shirt. And he is not happy about it. Under his arm, he's holding a navy cap, and behind him there are strewn pieces of his naval uniform. Which may soon be making a reappearance, since it's the only thing that might fit properly.] I don't suppose the Admiral's considered skipping a week, rather than putting us through something absurd. [This glare is all for the Admiral. And anyone who brings on the mockery. He's already shrugging the jacket off, dropping the hat in the process.] Don't bloody wish for anything! [Rocking Tom Ford means he can throw that jacket on the ground before reaching out to kill the feed.] (ooc: replies will come from jumpedup!)

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[jumpedup]

What in the world did you wish for? [He's a touch amused despite himself. But only a touch.]

[jumpedup]

Next time we go to a proper city, I'm taking you to have your eyes checked.

[imfollowinghim]

If you get a game going, I guess I could make an appearance.

[Doing you a huge favor here!!]

[jumpedup]

[Bond doesn't trust sympathy. Not from Alec, not even when it seems. Genuine. What is happening here.]

And when's the last time I attended Mass?

[shakenandlimp]

To stand on the deck of my ship again. Well, these bits of planking may well be exactly the deck of the Nonsuch, but that's all I've got of her.

[He rolls his eyes, good natured about the trick the flood has played on him.]

[jumpedup]

I will wring your neck.

[Or buy him a proper suit. Or. Something.]

[jumpedup]

Get out.

[Of the ship. Something. Off the network. Shoo you giant bean pole bastard.]

[jumpedup]

[wow thanks bucky u_u]

Someone tends to wind up poisoned in the process. [............generally him] You ought to be very certain first.

[jumpedup]

[All right, that earns a wolfish smile.]

You should try smoothing out the fronts, see if the CES will take you to the Alps.

[shakenandlimp]

And sledge myself about in the snow like a Norwegian? I'd break every bone. [He chuckles.]

There is no need to guess what you were after-- but what about the clothing?

[jumpedup]

Remind me to take you skiing, some day.

[He doesn't quite grimace, but he does jerk his head behind him, to the uniform still thrown half on the floor, half on a chair behind him.]

I filled out some since the days I wore that uniform regularly. I might be stuck with it, now.

[mistconduct]

I wear contacts. Bet you didn't know that about me.

Still look like shit, by the way.

[jumpedup]

Fuck off.

[shakenandlimp]

Is that what a naval officer goes about in-? Lord.

[imfollowinghim]

[omfg why, you are the worst spy!!]

Sounds like fun.

[jumpedup]

[It's spelled b-e-s-t. Just ask MI6.]

Wonderful. Now I've actually got to start a game.

[jumpedup]

[Ironically, that pulls forward some old and long-thought buried defensiveness.]

It could be worse.

[imfollowinghim]

[I'm pretty sure certain MI6 members would agree with Bucky...]

If you poison me, I'm reserving the right to kick your ass later.

[jumpedup]

[...Don't ask MI6, just take hsi word for it.]

You can reserve the right to try.

[imfollowinghim]

[Maybe we should ask your wife!!]

I meant what I said.

[jumpedup]

[No that is totally going against the bro code]

So did I.

[Clearly this can only be settled with. arm wrestling. or something.]

[imfollowinghim]

[Teach him systema, get a leg up on HYDRA. 83 83 83]

Then I guess you better find some other players.

[jumpedup]

[...........deal]

Or else leave the poison at home.

[imfollowinghim]

Chicken.

[jumpedup]

Oh, is that a challenge I hear?