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After talking about how a bat’s claw got stuck on his sock. [x]
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Replies overall on this account will be slow-to-come, it's mostly for comedic value and relief. There may be some serious stuff here and there, as technically? Yellow has his serious moments, but they will be few and far between. Like if I owe.
Having never truly intended for that to have been seen by others much less … uhm … well John didn’t really know what this manifestation was, but he never meant for any of that to have been seen by anyone. “Sorry,” the broski comment sealed the deal that he? Was a part of Wade. “Really.”
"We'll just say it never happened, well... You can say it happened, I'll pretend it didn't? Deal? Deal," Yellow suggested and then casually smiled at John. It was definitively a very strange thing, you know, the whole 'coming to life' thing.
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“Where do they go?!” (x)
John does a confused, I don’t know how to follow that up head tilt to one side. “Uh … yes, please do.”
"No worries, broski, I covered my eyes when it was important. Well, I didn't have eyes till recently... But you know what I mean."
I am just too dang excite. I’m so excite that... I forgot the finer points of grammar.
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Rather than resting his chin on his hand when thinking, etc? This is the manner of Yellow's 'thinking face'.
“Wade? That would certainly explain things..”
"How art thou, dearest Bruce of the planet Hulk SMAAAAAAASH?"
At the mention of Wade’s name John becomes deathly silent. He hadn’t seen Wade in a very long time, and that pained him. Now to learn that this physical manifestation of his psyche was up and walking around … it worried him and it showed in his eyes and the way he tried to blink away his emotions. “So yer from Wade?”
"That's one way to put it, yes," Yellow nodded and made a very matter-of-fact fact as he gestured at John. "Dunno where White is at, that prickly little bitch. And Wade is kind of AWOL right now. But hey, I'll find the bastard!"
“— No, that’s okay dear. You don’t have to do that. Believe it or not, all you have to do is pray my name and I’ll come and take care of the demons. I’m an angel, you see. That is, if you believe in that sort of thing.”
"Like in a Sarah McLachlan song playing while you see abused puppies and sob disgustingly in a corner because omigod, why would you even put that song to that, kind of way?" Yellow inquired with a tilt of his head. "Or more of an Alan Rickman, 'I am the Metatron', kind of way?"
Yellow. All day. Every day.
“Really? I…I’m doing fine, I guess. May I ask who you are, exactly?”
"I am Yellow and I hail from Planet Deadpool of the Sans Fourth Wall solar system."
“Uh. Well, I think that might be outside my range of abilities. Creating an entirely new being is something only God can really do, or Lucifer, but we never want Lucifer to create a new race. I mean, have you met any demons? Yikes. No.”
"I have not encountered demons, but if I do? This will be me." Yellow then splayed his arms and made as if to scream, sans sound, and it looked as though in his eyes there was some internal screaming at the notion of demons.