WHO: Steve Rogers OTA WHAT: Socializing, probably. WHEN: Tuesday WARNINGS: none, will change if necessary STATUS: Open, multiples welcome
It was a bit sad to see the table of treats and carbs go — Steve was certainly going to miss them, even if they still did have a few items stashed away in their shelter — but it was kind of nice that things were winding down since it’d disappeared and everything was going back to whatever version of normal this place had. It had honestly been a bit of a whirlwind of a week. But a really good one. He felt like he was in a decent place with Bucky in terms of comfort levels and a lack of awkwardness (considering some of the stuff they’d gotten up to). And since he knew himself fairly well, he was going to call that a win for now and deal with anything else that came up later.
Currently, he was seated outside of his and Bucky’s shelter, a sketchbook on his lap and an array of colored pencils on the bench next to him as he took his time in drawing the scenery around him. If nothing else, this island would always be great for inspiration, the tropical theme, flora and fauna were always good art subjects. He’d always been big on art but here he really had time for it like he hadn’t back home.
Probably because he wasn’t spending his time punching or jumping off of things, here.
Which was sort of a shame, although he'd never admit it. Steve was just -- well, he liked some action, he couldn't help it. Being so stationary had him, occasionally, ill at ease. So he drew.