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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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[brushy]

[ ah, yes. ease. well-being. this is everything ahmi lives for, and the smile that comes to her lips and melts her heart like hot butter is upfront for james to see. she’s glad. she’s so glad.

and with that, she lifts all of her fingers and curls and uncurls them all one after another. ]

I aligned you. Part of you. [ she gestures, it’s still gentle at best, but for him to sit on a cushion nearby. ] And I can do the rest. I promise to keep to your shoulders, this time. Or go as far as you please.

[frostythehitman]

[ James crosses his arms and hunches his shoulders inwards, guarded. He looks at the cushion, and he looks at the rest of this place. This new age hippie yoga mom place. He's absolutely furious that the lady who runs this place actually did something to help. He doesn't want to give this quack shop any validity.

Especially not if she's gonna grin like that at him. Even if it isn't smug, it feels like it. Like she's bested him somehow. James Barnes does not want to lose!

...he does, however, want more of that feeling. Or rather, lack of it. Even if it still doesn't feel explicitly painful elsewhere in his shoulders, the contrast in the one spot where it used to be versus where it still is really makes him think.

Eventually he sits down on the cushion, but he doesn't look happy about it. He mumbles stubbornly. ]

Just shoulders.

[brushy]

Just shoulders.

[ and so ahmi goes and grabs the rest for the new client’s face. it’s cleaned, sanitized and smells like flowers. once he leans over, she’ll be giving james’ shoulders the time of their lives. ]

You seem to use your arms a lot, James.

[frostythehitman]

[ Oh no this is weird. He hates this. His face is smashed against what looks like a toilet seat. A toilet seat that's been heavily perfumed.

He's probably not making this easier for Ahmi, because now he's tense in such a weird situation. ]

Yeah well, so does literally everyone. Not sure why that's a surprise.

[brushy]

Drop your arms. I will not pull them off.

[ she says this, playing, but continuing the massage from top to bottom of the shoulders. exercises to make them feel like jell-o. ]

You use yours for force, though. For impact, for muscle. Your back— [ lets put something else in place. while it doesn’t crack, it does feel like it’s in a proper place, now. ] It is very important to be at its finest shape.

[frostythehitman]

[ He grunts when he feels something else snap into place. Again--not painful, just a very weird sensation followed by what seems like lightness. ]

Well, force is all I'm really good at. So it's not like I can avoid it.

[ Whether he means avoid using force, or avoid screwing up his back or whatever else she's messing around with over there, it's unclear. Although really, he kind of means both. ]