[Rumlow himself takes a moment longer, if only because there's always heavy foot traffic this time of day on the quickest route to the bar. He'd just teleport through, but he's not interested in showing off that power so blatantly. When he winds into the bar, Romanova is already there. He approaches her and slides into the seat across from her, tail curling at his side.]
Traffic's a bitch fuckin' everywhere.
[He blinks and tilts his head slightly at the color on her skin. He doesn't remember seeing that the last time they'd spoken. He gestures towards them.]
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Date: 2016-09-01 01:12 am (UTC)Traffic's a bitch fuckin' everywhere.
[He blinks and tilts his head slightly at the color on her skin. He doesn't remember seeing that the last time they'd spoken. He gestures towards them.]
What's that from?