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Any excuse to do some art, really, but especially his best guy's 100th birthday. Steve hands over the card with a grin and a loud "Welcome to the club of the Centenarians, Buck". It's not his real present, of course. He also gets a nicely wrapped blue box. Inside? Something called a Spartan Blade Alala. Steve knows nothing about knives, but the expert in the shop jokingly said that if you jump out of planes regularly and spend a lot of time crawling, climbing, or squeezing in tight spaces, well, this is the knife to have. And isn't it funny, Bucky is exactly that sort of guy.
bucky can't tell if the card is completely hand made, or if steve's just spruced it up--he's always had an eye for art and design that bucky entirely failed at, could barely draw more than a stickman on his best of days--but the feeling it evokes in him as he accepts the card is somewhere between jovial and pleasantly embarrassed. not the scathing, mortifying, anxious kind, but more like a bundle of butterfly nerves and bubbly laughter; some of it escapes him even now, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as he laughs. when he pulls it open, he notes layered construction paper against the cardstock, glued and threaded in such a way it certainly looked professional.
he has half a mind to tease steve about his old man arts-and-crafts, and to make a jab about mandatory fingerpainting and canned prunes, but all those motions stop entirely dead as steve presents him a wrapped box. blue was his favorite color, after all. ' whats this? ' barnes questions, but even as he takes the box, he's already clawing through the nice wrapping paper like an overzealous child, reminded of the christmas mornings his mother loved so much. (he barely remembers winnie's face. her features melt into sarah's, and he flinches. wasn't that embarrassing.)
the box underneath is plain black, but when bucky pops the top, some sense of elation courses through him. he outright drops the bottom, empty half where it sat in it's soft casing, tugging the blade out of it's accompanying sheathe. he lifts the knife to examine it's make, drops it down back into his palm, turns it over. fine blade, drop point plain edge, flat grind, thumb ramp jimping. this is a triple specialty knife. he could camp and hunt with it just as well as maim. bucky bounces and flips the blade a few times in a way that made him look like he could've performed at a circus. ' this is a nice knife. ' despite his best efforts, some of his excitement bleeds into his tone, jitters his speech. ' look at this carbon steel, canvas handle... ' for something more civilian-issue, it's certainly the kind of gift bucky would enjoy, and he would never ask steve to get his hands on something illicit. (no, he'd just do that himself, if he really wanted some non-standard blade.)
' you got a tree or something i can throw it at? '
bucky doesn't care that it's an unorthodox question. he always liked breaking in his knives with a good toss or two.
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I'm screaming that's so cute... can u imagine complimenting saias and he can't stop himself from wagging his tail jsjsjs
YOU CANT REALLY SEE IT BECAUSE HE KEEPS IT UNDER HIS ROBES BUT YOU CAN KINDA HEAR IT SWISHING THE FABRIC GHKGJ