[John's awake, just reading in bed, when he hears the knock. He doesn't particularly like answering the door after 7 PM, but Sherlock's sure as hell not going to answer it, and it might be someone in need of medical attention. Still, he can't help grabbing his switchblade knife and stuffing it into the pocket of his dressing gown before heading for the door. One of the new kittens, Molly--he thinks--seems to have taken interest in the entryway, and he has to nudge her away with his foot before opening the door a crack, and then wider.]
Bucky, what's-
[And there's a large, wrapped box being thrust at him.]
Uh... thanks.
[He stares at Bucky for a long moment, just holding the box. Then, clears his throat.]
no subject
Bucky, what's-
[And there's a large, wrapped box being thrust at him.]
Uh... thanks.
[He stares at Bucky for a long moment, just holding the box. Then, clears his throat.]
D'you want to come in for a nightcap?