backdated to yesterday sometime, video/spam?

[thestarspangledman]

[Once again, the video focuses on the skinny little blond boy. He looks a good deal happier than his first entry, smudged and dirty and grinning as though he's fit to burst. The only obvious problem is that he's coughing, wheezing and gasping for breath. But he doesn't care about that, that's practically a daily occurrence in his life. It is easily solved with a few deep breaths from the inhaler he'd been given earlier, and he leans back against the wall to finish getting his breath back. Then, a Very Important announcement:]

I got to play baseball. There's a big room upstairs with trees an' grass an' stuff and we played baseball! Even that red-headed girl played, though I don't think girls can play very good.

[He takes another deep breath and, unfortunately, starts wheezing again -- but if you run into tiny Steve, please do feel free to bother him. He's in an awesome mood.]

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[andidomeanrun]

[STEVE THIS IS NOT OKAY. Bucky is pretty much immediately running to catch up with you bro and maybe slapping you on the back to try and restart those lungs. B(]

Breathe, Steve, come on. Where's Doctor Bruce?

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[doesntlikebullies]

[HEY HE WAS EXCITED OKAY. But he's coughing and fumbling for that inhaler again.]

I dunno, maybe we should find him.

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[whatisfondue]

[ >| STEVE. SERIOUSLY. Peggy is just frowning and staring at him intently.]

Deep. Slow. Breaths.

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[doesntlikebullies]

I know. [And he's trying, but having a wheezing fit in between these sentences kind of belies those words.]

'M not stupid.

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[whatisfondue]

I never said you were, don't you put words in my mouth.

[And now she's glaring, but she won't say anything else because she doesn't want him to talk to her if it'll lead to more wheezing.]

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[doesntlikebullies]

I'm not. [--But yeah, right now he's just leaning against the wall and trying to get his breath back.]

[stillthere]

I played better than you.

[doesntlikebullies]

You didn't either!

[stillthere]

You could barely run.

[doesntlikebullies]

That's why I was playin' catcher. [So there, Natalia.]

[stillthere]

Because you aren't good enough to play anything else. [SO THERE I'm sorry Steve :c]

[doesntlikebullies]

I am too.

[stillthere]

Prove it.

[doesntlikebullies]

I will, next time we go to that room!

[stillthere]

You'll show me only that you can't run. But you're welcome to try.

[neighbor spam]

[scarlet_discord]

[The door next to Steve's is open, and a large mound of black fur has his nose poked out into the hallway. An enormous black schnoz and lolling tongue identify the furpile as a dog. Someone is sitting inside the cabin, just out of sight, noticeable by the occasional sigh and shift of a book page.]

[neighbor spam]

[doesntlikebullies]

[Oh gosh it's a dog. Steve hesitates a little, because he knows better by now, knows that dogs cause asthma and that's not exactly good when you're already having an asthma attack -- but he's always wanted one. They look so fun to pal around with, after all! So he's just -- watching Fozzie intently, debating whether or not to go up and offer a hand.]

[neighbor spam]

[scarlet_discord]

[Fozzie doggiegrins because CHILD and his tail goes crazy, but he stays right in place instead of jumping up eagerly and being even more huge.]

[Wanda notices the tail and gets up to see what's up. When she sees bitty blond kid she sets aside her stress and smiles reassuringly.]

Hey there. He doesn't bite or anything. His name's Fozzie. I'm Wanda.

[neighbor spam]

[doesntlikebullies]

[Steve creeps a little closer, still giving Fozzie a bit of a wide berth, but gives Wanda a small smile.]

Hullo miss, I'm Steve.

[neighbor spam]

[scarlet_discord]

You're Steve? [Oh my God he is so bitty. She peers--yeah, same eyes, same smile, same tends-to-be-floppy hair.] Hi! Um. I can put Fozzie in his crate--

[Fozzie whines dramatically, flops over and covers his eyes with one paw. Noooo! No crate!]

...if he bothers you. He just likes saying hello to people.

[Also there is the matter of it being a fairly small room with a very big dog.]

[neighbor spam]

[doesntlikebullies]

No, he's not bothering me. I like dogs, I just -- never had one.

[neighbor spam]

[scarlet_discord]

Huh. That's odd. You seem like a dog guy to me.

[Fozzie urfs and rolls on his side, tongue lolling.] Though Fozz here is more like three dogs.

[neighbor spam]

[doesntlikebullies]

They make me, uh, sneeze. [Thus the hesitancy.]

[neighbor spam]

[scarlet_discord]

Oh, I'm sorry. That's too bad. But you know, a lot of people grow out of asthma and allergies. Maybe you could get a dog when you're older.

[Steve needs a dog. He's a dog guy, it's basically written on his forehead as far as she is concerned.]

[flawedgem]

[Barbara scowls, at first.] Hey, girls can play sports just as -

...Hey, are you okay?

[doesntlikebullies]

[He nods, a little shakily, and gives the camera a small smile. He's still wheezing some, though, trying to take deep breaths and, you know, breathe, but it's not quite working yet.]

'M fine.

[useofaswhat]

You should say that to my ma. Girls can play baseball as good as any boy.

[doesntlikebullies]

[Give him a moment, Mal, he's still trying to catch his breath.]

My ma never played baseball.