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[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve has a poppy in his buttonhole and his sketchbook open in front of him.

Yes, that would be the Howling Commandos he's drawing.



[ooc: Shenanigans in the Orpheus thread.]

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[electro_kinetic]

Well. Noriko knows what day it is; she's not wearing any flowers, though.

But she comes by Steve anyway. "Hey. Thank you, for...serving, I guess," she says, not exactly sure what one says to a veteran on Veterans Day.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

He smiles at her. It's a tad wry -- today's a bittersweet day for him.

"Thanks. I'm..." He gestures to the drawing. "Remembering."

[electro_kinetic]

"...Yeah," she says. "I'm sorry about the people you knew."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah," Steve says quietly. "Me too."

[electro_kinetic]

"You ever think about visiting their families, if they had them?"

[cutting_edgex23]

X pauses by his table, but is careful not to look at what he is drawing.

In case it is personal.

"Steve."

Beat.

"Hello."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"X," says Steve, "hello. How are you?"

[cutting_edgex23]

"I am okay."

It is the truth.

Then, after a slightly longer pause --

"I am not working."

In case he is. Or something.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Me neither. Just doodling. Want to join me for a drink?"

[cutting_edgex23]

"You like it? Doodling."

X pronounces that last word carefully, mimicking Steve's delivery.

It makes using new terms easier.

She also sits down, so that is like a victory.

"Milk is okay?"

[sunbaked_baker]

There's a slice of warm apple pie on a small plate being quietly set nearby for him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

He looks up with a surprised smile. "Miss Seddon. Thanks."

[sunbaked_baker]

"It's partly an apology, Steve," she admits with a wry smile. "I meant to make you pie for your birthday - but unexpected Milliways weirdness happened."

In the shape of a giant rotting fish-creature head in the fridge.

"And then more things happened, lots of messy things back home, and injuries... and I never did get back around to it, and... sorry to say, I forgot."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, it was months ago, don't worry about it.

"But thank you. I do love apple pie."

[sunbaked_baker]

"It just bothered me, that I forgot. Usually I'm good about not getting caught up in too much at one time."

"There's also ice cream to go with the pie, if you want."

[battle_butler]

There's another man with a poppy on his breast seated at the bar, having a quiet pint of his own.

When Alfred notices Steve, he recognises him as the man who he shared a drink with last year, and then who posted that tragic notice about his friend who had been with him.

As he starts his second pint, he heads over to where Steve is sketching.

"Good evening," he says. "Captain Rogers, wasn't it?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It is," says Steve. "Hello, Mr. Pennyworth."

[battle_butler]

"How are you, Captain?" Alfred asks.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"A little... melancholy," Steve admit. "How are you?"

[battle_butler]

"I'm doing well, thank you. Some days are harder than others, but isn't that always the way?" Alfred says.

"Are you still at war, or otherwise?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus comes up behind and just watches him draw for a moment before resting his hands on Steve's shoulders and pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

"Hello, soldier."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve tilts back his head and smiles. "Hello, music man."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus kisses his forehead and reaches across him to turn the sketchbook for a better look.

"Reminiscing?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"More or less. Missing them." He wraps an arm around Orpheus's waist.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus nods, pulling up a chair next to him. "Any particular reason?"