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toplvl2022-08-15 02:51 pm
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you don't know me

bad rap
The things we become known for aren’t always what we’d like to be known for. Reputations are hard to run from. Sometimes they’re not even deserved. So here’s your chance to set the record straight. Clear up some misplaced assumptions, debunk any rumours about yourself and defy your stereotypes.
how to play:
Top level with something(s) your character is tired of people assuming about them, blaming them for, or pigeonholing them about, etc. Say it in person or over text.
Comment on any surprising, or not so surprising declarations.

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( ...which was true, regardless the spin. he wouldn't be using it for that anymore, or course, but those skills were still part of who he was. )
And. Anyway. It's not like. The identity really matters here. If I lean into it at all, the government's just gonna use me as a puppet more. It's easier if I'm nobody.
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[It sounded like Bucky did his best not to, which just made Matt all that more insistent that they at least be friends, if nothing else.]
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Yeah. It. It does.
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I'm sorry.
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Don't be. We don't get to choose our lives.
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[Subtle nudging there, Bucky.]
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[Because Matt was one of those people that hoped for the best.]
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( but steve was gone now. so. )
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Maybe he had a point.
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I knew him. And I know he wasn't always right. For as good as he is, for however much I loved the guy to death, he wasn't infallible. I believe in what he can do. What he's capable of.
But there are going to be exceptions to the rule. And that's. That's unavoidable.
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[A heavy sigh, Matt giving his hand a squeeze before he turned a little more towards him, knee bumping his on the couch as he shifted a little closer.]
I think you're the worst critic you have. From where you are, it's impossible to see yourself as anything other than the worst parts that have made it here. The fact you're trying to change, that you want to? That makes you the opposite of what they tried to turn you into. And I say tried, because they had to keep wiping you. Keep destroying the parts of you that surfaced that fought them.
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Maybe. ( he took another drink before continuing, ) I know I'll always be my worst critic. Like anyone else would be for themselves.
Anyway, I. I'll think about it.
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In that kind of discomfort, at least.
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taking another drink, bucky hummed, offering a sheepish smile before giving matt a slight nudge with his elbow. )
I think you invited me up for more than just talking about old sins, right?
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[He hit a lot of Matt's factors in what he found attractive in a person, so it wasn't difficult to see why his mind wandered down that path. Besides reminding him of people he was already romantically attracted do, he was just... interesting himself. He sounded like as appealing as the outline Matt could see, and every little move just made his attention pique even further.]
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( he'd sooner lie about it. )
I can't pretend I'm not still curious, though.
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[Matt stretched his arm out along the back of the couch, resting it behind Bucky as he half leaned towards him.]
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Well. I mean. It was mostly the. Since we were talking about kissing before, so.
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[His eyes never focused on Bucky as he spoke, as he leaned in. He tried to direct them his way- most people preferred it, but he was blind, after all. Still, he was smiling, leaning in, and he had to tell himself to keep his hands to himself and not rest one on his thigh. Slow, Murdock. Slow.]
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Yeah. That'd. I'd be okay. With that.
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Okay.
[That was all he said, not wanting to drag it out and turn anticipation into anxiety. The hand not behind Bucky came up, fingers dragging gently over Bucky's cheek, down to his jaw, outlining where he was so he could lean in further, head tipping to let his lips barely graze over Bucky's. He was almost glad the man couldn't hear how hard his heart started pounding after that.]
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with the brush against his lips, he released a nervous breath, warmth against skin, and hesitated before leaning forward the rest of the way, pressing in solemnly with something chaste. he didn't dare for more, too uncertain to force himself further. )
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