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[ he definitely sucks at timing things, because less than thirty seconds later he comes shuffling down the hall, wearing the shark with the hood back, arms full of stuff. there's definitely another onesie there, plus a pillow, several boxes of snack foods, a plate with more snacks on it, and somehow he has two drinks tucked into the crook of an elbow.

it's kind of a miracle he hasn't dropped anything, but he offers a bright smile seeing bucky waiting for him. ]

I brought you this fruit punch thing. It's not spiked. [ bob probably can't get drunk or high anymore, but he still doesn't like taking the risk. just in case. ]