[ 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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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.