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[thestarspangledman]

[Steve is spending time out at the fireworks beach, today. He certainly isn't annoyed over not getting shooting lessons, not at all. In any case, he's distracting himself by sketching, mostly scenes of the Brooklyn he remembers, his and Bucky's old rooms and the like. He looks up after a moment and waves, with a small smile. (Please do ignore the wheezing that happens every so often, allergies are a bitch.)]

Hey. So -- I'm pretty decent with a pencil, I like to think. So I guess, um, I'll offer up sketches or drawings or whatever you want. Just let me know, huh? I'll be around here for a while.

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[wintersergeant]

You shoulda been an Apollo kid, Steve, you're that good with a pencil.

[He's eying you for any sign it's more than just a little wheezing]

IM

[thestarspangledman]

You should see what me 'n Annabeth have been working on. It's gonna be great.

IM

[wintersergeant]

Where are ya? I'll come check it out.

IM

[thestarspangledman]

The beach, out by the sound. It's nice out here.

IM -> Action

[wintersergeant]

Be right there.

[With an extra inhaler just in case. But sure enough, Bucky's out there in no time flat, flopping down next to Steve. He has a paper bag]

You hungry? I stole some cookies from lunch.

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[cavalrys]

[Nico had faith in her. But Hazel had no faith in herself. Still, with Nico's blessings behind her, she marched down towards the beach a few minutes after Steve made his IM. Just to... Just to get to know him better. Maybe. Hopefully.

Besides, his wheezing was worrying.]

Steve? Are you alright? [Hazel asked as she approached him.]

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[thestarspangledman]

[It's certainly not as worrying as it could be, but he still clears his throat a little when he sees Hazel and waves.]

Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry.

action;

[cavalrys]

[Treading softly, she comes over to him and takes a seat.]

I'm going to worry. That's what I do for friends. Is it just a cold or allergies?

action;

[thestarspangledman]

Don't. I can take care of myself. [He shrugs.] Allergies. Sort of. It doesn't help the asthma.

Steve, E would teach you how to shoot.

[weneedasign]

[Enjolras looks through the window at the sketches, curious.]

Those are really good.

Awww, thanks, French bro.

[thestarspangledman]

[He gives a little wave in response.] Thanks. I sold a few of 'em, back at home.

No problem, American bro.

[weneedasign]

You could probably still sell a few.

[Enjolras remembers artists lining NYC streets when he and Eponine were there last.]

Did you take lessons?

o7

[thestarspangledman]

Not really, I just -- spent a lot of time in bed with nothin' to do when I was a kid.

[renegadehero]

[Sojourner, as per usual, missed the IM completely. She was busy running, ear buds firmly in place as she makes her way down to the beach. When she spots Steve she slows, jogging in place as she comes to his side.]

What're you doing?

[thestarspangledman]

Oh, um, just drawing. Sorry if I interrupted you or anything.

[renegadehero]

Nah, I'm just jogging.

[She peers at the drawing, whistling.]

That's really good!

[thestarspangledman]

Thanks. [There's a little sheepish smile.]

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[tsunbird]

Do you draw birds?

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[thestarspangledman]

I can draw pretty much anything you like, yeah.

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[tsunbird]

...Show me.

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[thestarspangledman]

Um, sure? [So he's settling into sketching a bird of some kind. Probably like a sparrow or a robin, but it's pretty darn good.]

[making_good]

Are you okay? [Nope, not ignoring the wheezing. Wheezing is bad.]

[thestarspangledman]

[It's not constant wheezing. Just every so often. When the wind blows particularly strong.]

Huh? Yeah, I'm fine.

[making_good]

You're sounding a little wheezy.

[thestarspangledman]

...That's ...pretty normal for me, actually.