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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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[thestarspangledman]

Well, for a while, yeah. Until I got real sick.

[cavalrys]

Oh. Gosh, I'm so sorry! And you're okay now?

[thestarspangledman]

Yeah. Once I got better, we went to Las Vegas.

[cavalrys]

At the Lotus Hotel. Right.

I'm glad you got better, Steve.

[thestarspangledman]

So am I. Let's hope it stays that way, huh?

[cavalrys]

Lets. I really mean it.

[Hazel gives him a soft smile. The last thing she wants is for Steve to get sick.]