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Beaches are something Kobra could get used to. The water is still unnerving, but the sand is familiar enough that it balances out a little for him. In any case, there's something great about warm sun that isn't scalding and a fluffy towel under his back.

He's flopped back on his towel now, toes digging into the sand. His head's hanging off the top a little with his hair collecting sand and his sunglasses slipping up onto his forehead when he shifts.

"Don't know how anyone could wanna get back on the ship after this." There's an easy grin on his face.

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Kobra takes his hand and stands quickly, purposefully wobbling a little against Bucky and not half as smooth as he thinks he is when he leans in.

"Lead the way." He doesn't pay any mind to the sand that falls out of his hair.

Well, Bucky sure isn't going to complain about it. Well, the leaning in thing. Now the sand is a whole other story!

"Ah, jeez! You're gettin' sand all over me!" His hands dive into that short hair and start ruffling it like it's never been ruffled before. Grains of sand fall over the pair of them, but at least Kobra isn't so gritty anymore.

Whether it's going to help or make it worse, Kobra shakes his head out a little while Bucky brushes the sand off. "Can always wash later."

And then he waggles his eyebrows a little because he's actually growing to appreciate showers for a lot of reasons.

Innuendo received, good buddy. "Already added to the to-do list," Bucky tells him before he starts dragging him off the beach and onto the "boardwalk" of sorts the resort has created around this particular vacation spot.

He doesn't let go of Kobra's hand. There's no reason, too. This isn't forties America where they would be beaten or hauled in by the police. With all the alien vacationers here, each one with their own culture and sexual dynamics, no one cares. It's really nice to do something romantic without worry.

Kobra doesn't even think about letting go. He's been easy with affection for a long time now, a by-product of knowing how cold and unloving Battery City was and wanting to be nothing like that. Emotional intimacy isn't easily won from him, but physical intimacy and affection are practically a handshake. He knows that Bucky has hang-ups and he doesn't want to push at them too much, but he's glad that this is okay.

He falls into step easily, bumping their shoulders together with a grin. "Look at you all organized with your lists."

"Of course! I'm a good lil' soldier—Well. Not little. You know what I mean!" He bumps him right back, sand making their skin rough and a little sticky from the sweat.

When they come to the ice cream parlor, Bucky is suddenly hit with trepidation. "God, I hope they have, like, human flavors." He hadn't thought about that first. They should, right? Shouldn't vanilla at least be a universal flavor?

"Yeah, long as they don't have human flavor." Kobra giggles at his own joke and most definitely doesn't comment on Bucky's size, because he's a very kind person and also because there was a better joke opening. Mostly the joke one.

"Still not used to all this fancy food. Everything tastes like eight birthdays here."

"Oh my good God! That wasn't even worth the air it required!" What a terrible joke! With a heavy groan, Bucky pushes Kobra away amiably. When it's there turn in line, they don't get to look at the actual ice cream. Instead he's presented with an interactive screen set to several hundred or even thousands of languages.

"I can imagine. I could barely go months without home cooking. I dunno how survived to adulthood..."

Bucky picks English, and it brings up a list of pretty common flavors. There's also an option for human-safe flavors form other planets. Oooo!

"Hmm, I'm feelin' brave," he announces as he taps the alluring option. Of course, none of it looks familiar. Many of them don't seem to have much color either, which he finds strange. He goes with something with the word "Shocking!" in it, because that sounds intriguing. But, to be safe, he couples it with another scoop of the tried and true butter pecan.

"Mostly ate dog food. Canned stuff that tasted better was harder to get our hands on." The comment's rattled off in an absent-minded way, as if he doesn't think there's anything strange about it. It's just another fact of his life like the fact that he bleaches his hair when he can or the fact that his jacket is red.

He selects chocolate, because it actually does taste like a particularly good birthday he remembers when he was a kid and it's memories like that that keep him trying to get himself and Girl home instead of just finding a nice planet to fuck off to for the rest of their lives.

"Sometimes we'd luck out and catch a couple lizards. I can cook those alright."

The look on Bucky's face is pretty horrified as he slowly pans his head over to Kobra. "Jeez Louise... I guess I can stop complaining about what I had to eat during the War." Rations might as well be nothing better than dog food, but it wasn't actual dog food.

"Do lizards taste better than squirrels?" Honestly, Bucky doubts it, but he may as well ask in case he finds himself between a rock and a hard place with a lizard. And when the line moves on, so does he. The ice cream is materialized almost instantly, looking perfectly scooped right out of the big carton barrels. All he has to do is swipe his credit card over the pad (you know, once he finds it) and the ice cream is his.

"Never ate a squirrel." He takes his own ice cream with a cautiously optimistic look. There's a good chance this will be delicious and he's finally stopped getting sick too often from all the new food.

"Never seen one, either. They're the little grey rats with big fluffy tails, right? Thinkin' they didn't survive through the climate change. Seen 'em in pictures, but there's nothin' like that left. Closest is some rats when you get near the city."

He sticks out his tongue for a careful lick.

"Ooo, well, rabbit's certainly good." He stops himself before taking his own lick, intent on watching Kobra do the honors first.

"You can be the test subject," he teases with a shitty grin.

With his spare hand, Kobra gives Bucky the finger and grins wider. "Mine tastes like chocolate. No idea what the fuck yours is gonna taste like."

He doesn't bother mentioning that he hasn't seen a rabbit, either, because he remembers which ones those are from pictures. Sometimes, he thinks maybe those animals still exist somewhere else, but then no one's really sure if the rest of the world is even alive anymore.

Yeah, Bucky doesn't either. There's a stretch of seconds where he regrets his decision to branch out and be adventurous, but it's short lived. His stubbornness takes over, of course, and pushes away any hesitance or retraction of his decisions. All actions are final actions! No refunds.

He does, however, take a bite of the butter pecan first. Okay, so far so good. Then he licks the other plain white scoop and yelps immediately, drawing back his tongue like it had just been shocked. Which it had.

"What the—"

"Should've gone with chocolate." He knows he's being a dick, but he's completely okay with that as he grins at Bucky and takes another lick of his. It's not like Bucky's really hurt or anything.

Part of him is a little curious about Bucky's weird flavor, though. It's hard not to be when there's so much weird alien shit all over the place.

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