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whitequeen-emma becomes withallmypredatorheart in reference to Joss Whedon's run on Astonishing X-Men (Torn), and because it's easier to track :)
Wade groaned, rolling over into his side before instinctive reflexes, thank you, Special Force, forced him up in a sitting position on his bed. The apartment.. the bed - everything around him wasn't exactly something he recognized, but he didn't feel like he was in imminent danger either. He didn't feel great, but, not drugged or as if he had the company of a woman.
Which could very well be the case, except, there was no woman. Just him.
"You know what.. werider things've happened." He grunted outloud, stretching and cracking his back before grabbing the tip of his hoodie and pulling it over his head before returning to rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
The gameplan was.. get back to Boston and get back to his employer's. There was no way he was gonna earn up the doe sitting here on his ass. Wade frowned, searching through his pockets in his jeans and jacket before a long sigh escaped his lips. Nothing. Broke.
"This some kind of Wizard of Oz parody? Whole 'not in Kansas' anymore gig.. Yeah, looked cooler on flim." But there was something in his pocket. What looked like a crappy cellphone.. except it was small instead of huge. Maybe it was some child's toy.. but point being, it was on him for a reason. For now, he'd keep it on him until otherwise.
Because figuring out child-technology was not something he felt like doing this morning.
Oh my GAWD Emma; what are you doing to me and these feels?
I DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THEM RIGHT NOW. I REALLY DON'T.
▼ ((xDD))
She steps in front of Emma, gesturing for her to hop on. "Come on! Piggy back ride time." She giggles as Emma hops on. Putting her arms straight out she starts making noises like an airplane. She runs around in a circle. "Wee! I'm an airplane WEEEE"
{text} Put some science, a slice of decay and some forgettable proof of wit and you will have your culprit, dear. However, I /will/ indeed graciously agree to give your brain a few years to reboot the whole story, dear - Unless you really care to discuss it with someone.
[text] Hah, though I meant if I do stuff NOW I can blame him in a couple years when people find out about it. You know, those pranks that take years to plan.
{text} As a therapist, I should warn you trying to avoid your responsibilities will not help you. Frankly, I cannot seem to bother. Blame Tony Stark as much as you fancy - His quite huge ego should probably find it somewhat flattering, dear. How far in the past was it, darling?
[text]I don't know I haven't thought of anything creative enough to attest to Tony that would follow his M.O. But ask me in a couple years I might have something then.
{text} It seems like an unbeatable theory, dear. I'll approve.
[text]Can I blame him for some things in the past I wish not to lay claim to?
{text} Anything is possible, darling, more so with a God of Mischiefs and Lies. Besides, you'll probably be drunk and won't have much to loose. I would therefore tend to believe you will have the answer to your question when the situation will arise, dear. Whatever happens, you will have someone or something to blame.
[text]I'll blame Tony. When in doubt, it's Tony's fault.