[ Wade's head lolls back and he stares at the ceiling, unimpressed by it. Dryly: ] Yeah... a bandaid'll do it.
[ Yeah, the stump is gross, AND it hurts like a fucking bitch. ]
Hundred big ones says you'll be singing a different tune when you realise how badly you need a healing factor that doesn't need a blue pill in this place.
[ But he's content with letting Logan come to that conclusion on his own. ] Maybe I'm wrong, maybe you're more useful than nipples on the Batsuit. [ Despite the insult, it's said in such a calm casual tone that it isn't exactly presented as trying to start a fight. ]
[Well, Wade, some of us still haven't fully come to terms with not wanting to kick the bucket so we still don't mind deteriorating in plain sight. At least for now, but things are getting more and more complicated the more people arrive that know Logan. He's starting to get boxed into having to survive again. It's the pits.]
She's good. Annoying, but good.
[He says that with an odd flick of affection in his voice.]
[He'll forfeit the stabbing rights just for you, Wade.]
Laying low tends to work best if you aren't cutting people's heads off, so no. Not gonna say I haven't come close, though. Nut jobs in white were a real fuckin' riot.
[ Stabbing is a problem with his bouncy healing factor. He still has nightmares about bouncing what should have been death to Laura on accident. Still blames himself too. He'll keep lying about it, but it's one of the reasons he's no longer hanging around her or Diarmuid as much.
Even what should be a cool superpower backfires to punch him in the face. If he didn't have bad luck, he'd have no luck at all. ]
Most nut jobs in white are. Half of America can tell you that. So, you're laying low, huh? No samurai-ing or X-Manning? Not even mercenary work?
[ He wiggles his one foot like he's listening to music. God, regrowing a limb hurts. ]
[He says with a jerk of his thumb through the wall most adjacent to the driveway. Fucking car doesn't even fit in the garage, so it's always out there getting shit on by birds and tagged by white-hand printed dipshits. And with this town the whole party scene's not exactly huge, but:]
Pays a couple bills. Lot less murder involved. Win win.
Oh... [ His gaze follows the gesture, and when it lands on the wall, he looks back to Logan to give him a baffled look. Cool wall, dude. ]
That doesn't sound like any winning to me, but you do you, Charlie Sheen.
[ Boring. ]
My buddy Dopinder drives a taxi. You two would hit it off great. Driving, dealing with people, talking to me. [ He sighs wistfully. He does actually miss the little bastard. ]
[Said dryly - arching a brow. He's kind of over staring at Wade's limb as it regrows, so he takes a towel off the rack and throws it over it. Mutters something kind like 'cover that shit up, it's disgusting' even though he's seen worse.]
You want a beer? Feels like you'll be here a while.
I went through a car wash once. Trying to clean the suit. I wouldn't recommend it.
[ He doesn't make any move to uncover his regrowing stub of a leg.
Wade gasps, all dramatics. His hand going over his chest, like a startled Southern Belle. Less like a Southern Belle since his gloved hand leaves the wet evidence of blood on his suit, even if it blends in. ]
Offering me a beer? Wolvie, I'm starting to think you like me. [ He offers him a goofy grin and nods. ] I'd love a beer. Canadian?
[He says before turning around to go check - it's a lot of bargain beer, but that's all he's up to sharing with his Lovely Kind Stranger Friend Wade so that's what he returns with. He looks at the label and gives a non committal shrug before offering it to Wade.]
It's better than anything lite.
Was this a bottle or a can surprise it's now a bottle. The tickets are now diamonds
[ Wade takes it happily enough, even if it is bargain beer and quickly makes a shooing motion with his free hand. ]
Personal space, Bub. Dunno what this'll do to you and at this point it'd feel like elder abuse.
[ Wade easily pops the top off before flicking it at Logan's chest. It's playful more than any real semblance of an attack. Not that attacking people with bottle caps is a common thing; but if someone could and would do it, it'd be Wade. ]
[Logan's healing factor's been naturally busted and he's yet to find out the effects warping has on people here. He'll probably find it out soon enough, but even still he takes his half step back so no more caps fly his way. He's gonna make you pick that thing up, Wade. Even if it just rolled behind a sixty year old toilet.]
Or some shit. This place did something to me. Bad-touched the ole HF. Like I said, splash zone. I'm rubber and everyone else around me is glue. Great for bad guys, way less great when the good guys are around me. Super terrible when your main squeeze likes playing hero and doesn't understand the meaning of being glue.
[ It's cute he thinks he can make Wade do anything. ]
Fuck, am I turning green? I should look approximately like the Wicked Witch of The West right about now.
[ He takes a swig of his drink. It's something to focus on instead of the pain. ]
Nothing touches me unless I take three times the lethal dose, booze, drugs, bullets to the brain. Gets everyone around me though. Unless it's the magic stuff. That's the good shit.
[ A pained moan escapes him and his head tilts back so that he's staring at the ceiling again. At least he can feel toes, which means there shouldn't be any more bleeding. Even if they're teeny tiny and attached to a way too small foot. Give it time and the agonising sped up feeling of growing pains. ]
[Don't moan loudly in his tub, Wade. The neighbors will talk.]
That sucks.
[Poetic response from a guy who knows what it's like to have a shitty healing factor going down the decline like a greased up kid in a twisty slide, but even still - he somehow doesn't have it that bad? Granted, Logan's still dying in his own way. C'est la vie.]
[ Inb4 half of Deerington thinks they're canoodling. Wade doesn't care what the neighbours think, or really what Logan thinks about him regrowing a damn limb. ]
Not in any fun ways.
[ But the question has him faltering, going from an expression of pain, to something far more injured looking and then straight to looking like he's ready to ask the next person he sees to douse him in gasoline and strike a match. ]
Why? Looking to get handsy with the one legged guy? [ He pauses, lifts his leg up so that the towel falls off to show the beginnings of what appears to be a baby's leg and foot. ] Guess I'm back up to two. Don't have to mark that kink down for AO3. [ He lowers it back down with a visible wince. ]
[Logan tries not to look at the leg - the... baby leg. Gross? It's fucking gross, Wade. Keep your tiny baby toes to yourself. Logan looks away to remove that haunting image by staring at the chipped tiles over the sink - the whole fucking room needs a goddamn reno. He folds his arms and leans back on the door frame.]
I guess I'm just wondering how shit here works. What's worth trying to keep up with.
["My old lady's here too but y'know, I already died and she's probably going to - so should we shack up? What's your opinion, bro?"]
Suppose I'm just looking to make the best of the time I have with a few people here, while I have it.
[His arms tighten a bit, and he plucks at his sleeve while staring down at the horrible tile job in this here bathroom. So terrible he can just stare at it for a long, thoughtful moment. He doesn't think Wade's the kind of person he wants to have a heart to heart with but look at them now. He's just... feeling a little less guarded, he supposes.]
Never had much luck keeping the good stuff around me before, makes me hesitant to try - even if this is a last ditch attempt.
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[ Yeah, the stump is gross, AND it hurts like a fucking bitch. ]
Hundred big ones says you'll be singing a different tune when you realise how badly you need a healing factor that doesn't need a blue pill in this place.
[ But he's content with letting Logan come to that conclusion on his own. ] Maybe I'm wrong, maybe you're more useful than nipples on the Batsuit. [ Despite the insult, it's said in such a calm casual tone that it isn't exactly presented as trying to start a fight. ]
How's the kid? Still a badass?
[ Catching up? Definitely. ]
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She's good. Annoying, but good.
[He says that with an odd flick of affection in his voice.]
She stabbed me the other day. That was fun.
cw: suicidal ideation
Man, you and Francine get all the good stuff. She's never stabbed me before.
[ Why yes, he does sound petulant about that, like he actually means it. ]
What about you, big boy? You able to get it up yet? Any slicing and dicing and chicken fried ricing?
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[He'll forfeit the stabbing rights just for you, Wade.]
Laying low tends to work best if you aren't cutting people's heads off, so no. Not gonna say I haven't come close, though. Nut jobs in white were a real fuckin' riot.
cw: kkk reference idk is that a cw
[ Stabbing is a problem with his bouncy healing factor. He still has nightmares about bouncing what should have been death to Laura on accident. Still blames himself too. He'll keep lying about it, but it's one of the reasons he's no longer hanging around her or Diarmuid as much.
Even what should be a cool superpower backfires to punch him in the face. If he didn't have bad luck, he'd have no luck at all. ]
Most nut jobs in white are. Half of America can tell you that. So, you're laying low, huh? No samurai-ing or X-Manning? Not even mercenary work?
[ He wiggles his one foot like he's listening to music. God, regrowing a limb hurts. ]
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[He says with a jerk of his thumb through the wall most adjacent to the driveway. Fucking car doesn't even fit in the garage, so it's always out there getting shit on by birds and tagged by white-hand printed dipshits. And with this town the whole party scene's not exactly huge, but:]
Pays a couple bills. Lot less murder involved. Win win.
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That doesn't sound like any winning to me, but you do you, Charlie Sheen.
[ Boring. ]
My buddy Dopinder drives a taxi. You two would hit it off great. Driving, dealing with people, talking to me. [ He sighs wistfully. He does actually miss the little bastard. ]
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[Said dryly - arching a brow. He's kind of over staring at Wade's limb as it regrows, so he takes a towel off the rack and throws it over it. Mutters something kind like 'cover that shit up, it's disgusting' even though he's seen worse.]
You want a beer? Feels like you'll be here a while.
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[ He doesn't make any move to uncover his regrowing stub of a leg.
Wade gasps, all dramatics. His hand going over his chest, like a startled Southern Belle. Less like a Southern Belle since his gloved hand leaves the wet evidence of blood on his suit, even if it blends in. ]
Offering me a beer? Wolvie, I'm starting to think you like me. [ He offers him a goofy grin and nods. ] I'd love a beer. Canadian?
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[He says before turning around to go check - it's a lot of bargain beer, but that's all he's up to sharing with his Lovely Kind Stranger Friend Wade so that's what he returns with. He looks at the label and gives a non committal shrug before offering it to Wade.]
It's better than anything lite.
Was this a bottle or a can surprise it's now a bottle. The tickets are now diamonds
[ Wade takes it happily enough, even if it is bargain beer and quickly makes a shooing motion with his free hand. ]
Personal space, Bub. Dunno what this'll do to you and at this point it'd feel like elder abuse.
[ Wade easily pops the top off before flicking it at Logan's chest. It's playful more than any real semblance of an attack. Not that attacking people with bottle caps is a common thing; but if someone could and would do it, it'd be Wade. ]
Can you get drunk now?
w h a m, you're on a horse
[Logan's healing factor's been naturally busted and he's yet to find out the effects warping has on people here. He'll probably find it out soon enough, but even still he takes his half step back so no more caps fly his way. He's gonna make you pick that thing up, Wade. Even if it just rolled behind a sixty year old toilet.]
I can get not sober, which is just as good.
[Complicated shit, a failing factor.]
At least it's something. You?
cw: more suicidal stuff
[ It's cute he thinks he can make Wade do anything. ]
Fuck, am I turning green? I should look approximately like the Wicked Witch of The West right about now.
[ He takes a swig of his drink. It's something to focus on instead of the pain. ]
Nothing touches me unless I take three times the lethal dose, booze, drugs, bullets to the brain. Gets everyone around me though. Unless it's the magic stuff. That's the good shit.
[ A pained moan escapes him and his head tilts back so that he's staring at the ceiling again. At least he can feel toes, which means there shouldn't be any more bleeding. Even if they're teeny tiny and attached to a way too small foot. Give it time and the agonising sped up feeling of growing pains. ]
cw: se xu al.. sugg es t ion?
That sucks.
[Poetic response from a guy who knows what it's like to have a shitty healing factor going down the decline like a greased up kid in a twisty slide, but even still - he somehow doesn't have it that bad? Granted, Logan's still dying in his own way. C'est la vie.]
Your squeeze's here as well?
[He can't talk. He's head over heels for J-Grey.]
I was ... so confused for a second
Not in any fun ways.
[ But the question has him faltering, going from an expression of pain, to something far more injured looking and then straight to looking like he's ready to ask the next person he sees to douse him in gasoline and strike a match. ]
Why? Looking to get handsy with the one legged guy? [ He pauses, lifts his leg up so that the towel falls off to show the beginnings of what appears to be a baby's leg and foot. ] Guess I'm back up to two. Don't have to mark that kink down for AO3. [ He lowers it back down with a visible wince. ]
i like keeping u on ur toes
I guess I'm just wondering how shit here works. What's worth trying to keep up with.
["My old lady's here too but y'know, I already died and she's probably going to - so should we shack up? What's your opinion, bro?"]
They're very strong at this point
You sure? I won't be able to stop you if you decide to make out with me. [ He's joking... probably.... maybe. ]
The Joneses and the Kardashians mainly.
[ Wade pauses, only for a split second, seeming to fall a little more serious. This is a topic he's struggled with quite a lot. ]
It depends on what's important to you, otherwise you'll lose your fucking mind in this place. Take it from Zenpool.
tiny but powerful toes: the thread
[His arms tighten a bit, and he plucks at his sleeve while staring down at the horrible tile job in this here bathroom. So terrible he can just stare at it for a long, thoughtful moment. He doesn't think Wade's the kind of person he wants to have a heart to heart with but look at them now. He's just... feeling a little less guarded, he supposes.]
Never had much luck keeping the good stuff around me before, makes me hesitant to try - even if this is a last ditch attempt.