[For a second, he's rather placated with the idea that... maybe, just maybe, this didn't mean doom, death, dismay and destruction weren't the 4 horses of the apocalypse just kindly waiting around the bend. It starts out with an appreciation for the assuaging; he nods, hearing what he wants to hear for a moment until---
GOD DAMNIT.
The hair on the back of his neck start to rise in unison to the national anthem of Paranoia-ville and he subconsciously takes a step closer to the wall, slowing down until he's at a stop.]
bucky WHY
GOD DAMNIT.
The hair on the back of his neck start to rise in unison to the national anthem of Paranoia-ville and he subconsciously takes a step closer to the wall, slowing down until he's at a stop.]
H-hell no. Eff this place, I am so outta here.
[Thanks Bucky.]