"You sure as hell don't look old. Besides the few lines under your eyes." It was more of a tease, a small huff of a laugh passing his lips. "Just stay outta trouble, yeah? If you need anything just shout. I'm sure I'll be around somewhere...Hopefully-" Then again the man was always busy.

"Thanks...I'll let you relax and rest. I should probably go fetch myself some food."

"I'm glad. You seem like a good person. I appreciated this talk." He was returning the soft smile.

"That's good. Thought I had interrupted something." He pats her head but only for a second. He really didn't want to cross any boundaries or make her uncomfortable.

"Feels like we all have that one unlucky day or moment." With a shake of his head, he finally stood - his bones cracking. He felt old. "Nice to meet ya, Leon. It was a good talk. Really." He looks down at the other, offering a hand. "You ok to stand?"

He happily and gently shook her hand before letting it drop to his side again. "Nice to meet you. Sorry if I kept you from doing anything important."

He takes the flask from the agent, listening to his words - almost like cogwheels spinning in his head. "Huh..." He never knew those kind of things existed. He's had his fair share of battles with things beyond human but never this. "Same shit a different day then?" He chuckled, shaking his (+)

"John. John Wolfe. Yours?" He gets more comfortable where he is - less tense.

"Take as much as you like." He slid over a couple of sandwiches. It wasn't his best making but it was better than nothing.

He had to make sure he heard that right. A prison phone? It wasn't any of his business but he was curious. "Uh - you as well, kid. Stay outta trouble."

He gives an approved nod; not that he thought she couldn't manage on her own just fine. "You hungry? I got a sandwich too."

"Don't be sorry. Misclicks happen more often than you know." He looks back at Anna for a brief moment. "Diana? I've met the kid once while on a trip but no. Well, if we're thinking of the same girl." Anna was like Diana. Oddly similar but made for different reasons.

— The past was 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 • a pattern of elation ; a 𝚌𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚢 of possibilities • An 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 chase What more was 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚?

He's already pinching the bridge of his nose. "I think you got the wrong number, kid." He was watching Anna whom was coloring on the walls yet again. "Anna!" He called out. Today was going to be a long day. "Uh...You probably misclicked the wrong number." He spoke, focusing on the stranger now.

⟬ ʏᴇs ⟭ ⟬ ɴᴏ ⟭ ↑ A rough grumble before a simple greeting. "Hello?" John didn't know who it was as the number was unknown to him or at least wasn't saved on his device. He had a habit of doing that.

Does anyone have crayons and paper? Anna needs them.

Drink it slow. Don't burn yourself.

Here. You can have the rest of it. Still fresh.

He was glad that the other didn't immediately chug down the liquid - knowing that would only result to something he didn't really want to see. Upon hearing what Leon remembered, he raised an eyebrow. "A BOW? Don't think I've heard of that one before." He shifts where he's seated for a (+)

I got black coffee. Not sure if you're wanting that?

/ 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘙𝘦𝘥𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 / * 𝘉𝘚𝘈𝘈 * 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 * 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴 * 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 * 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮/𝘰𝘤 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 * 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 * 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 * 𝘣𝘪 * 𝘳𝘵

He looked around for a moment, trying to see if someone could help. He's not the best at comforting people. "Uh - well it's gone now, right? You did a good job." His hand hovers over her shoulder - not knowing if he was allowed to pat her. He really didn't want to overstimulate her.

"Should I be afraid to ask?" He didn't see the dress - not knowing if he should stay curious. Like what people would say; 'curiosity killed the cat'.

John took out a flask that contained fresh, somewhat cold, water. The flask was silver - looked a bit old since its travelled everywhere with him. Opening it, he handed it over to Leon. "Take small sips." He checked their surroundings to be sure they were safe. "Do you remember anything?"

"Not long but not short either." He wouldn't question what was bothering the other. It wasn't his business to pry. All he knew was that he needed to make sure the stranger was ok. "A few hours at most I'd say." There's a small pause before he finally looks over at him. "Need water?"

// ~Bucky ♡ Some art of John and Anna - including John's Spartan armor : D

Beside Leon is a man in a Spartan armor - sat down while sharpening a knife. His eyes take a quick glance at Leon before focusing on the task at hand. "You've been out for a while." He noticed the sweat and elevated breathing but doesn't comment on it. Figured it wasn't his business.

Anna is sitting by herself - waiting for John to return. Her legs are swinging back and forth, boredom covering her facial features.

"You know what? I'll take that as a yes. You run off, kid. Or uh thing? It? He? She? Fuck it. Bunger. Go do your thing. I'm gonna uh go see my kid- uh I mean the kid. See you around, Bunger." He waves at Bunger, hoping he wouldn't embarrass himself any further.

"Don't panic- if you're panicking. I really can't tell, Bunger." Maybe it was best if he left the poor Bunger alone but now he had to make sure Bunger wasn't lost. Anna would be mad if he did just leave. "Do you know where you're going? You um...off to somewhere you know?"

"Uh-huh..." He's definitely had no idea what was just said. He turns around, looking at his surroundings to see if anyone could translate. "I'm too old for this shit." He mutters to himself before looking back at Bunger. "So you lost or something?"

In all of his time in space - on different planets, he's never seen such a thing. "Bun...ger?" John's head tilts slightly to the side in confusion. "The hell are you...?" It wasn't a rude comment or anything. He was just genuinely curious at to what he was hearing and looking at.

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