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[frostythehitman]

JAMES (BUCKY) BARNES

Hey, this is James. Text me if you need me. Or leave me a message if you want, but I'm probably not going to listen to it because, seriously, this is 2017 and no one uses voicemail any more.

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[frostythehitman]

Dante? Oooh, that's gonna be awkward. James shifts uncomfortably in his seat. He knows that what happened was a dream (nightmare, whatever) but he's still uncomfortable with it. Fine, whatever. He'll deal with it. Confronting Retrospec will be worth the awkwardness.

"Alright, I'll talk to them."

[standalonehuman]

The rest of the drive to the base's gates is in a not uncomfortable silence. Togusa has made his point, he's not going to belabor it. The idea of pointing an officer in a direction where all their righteous energy can do some good is familiar, but that's for an officer, not a teenager.

When they make it to the base, Togusa finally pulls over. He nods lightly at James, a sign that he's free to go and not in any lasting trouble. "Thank you. For listening at all."

[frostythehitman]

"You trapped me in a car, I didn't exactly have a choice," he mumbles, but it's with no venom. Unlike most people, at least Togusa's not telling James to just put up with Retrospec and not do anything. "Thanks for the info."

He opens the car door and steps out to make the rest of the way home.