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@wpon-x : [TXT] : i can't stop thinking about your hands.
[ SMS ] WADE : my hands?
[ SMS ] WADE : I can give you an idea of what they’re doing right now, if you want.
[ SMS ] WADE : one’s holding a frozen single serve pizza over the other one that’s definitely broken.
[ SMS ] WADE :
[ SMS ] WADE : wait
@wpon-x : hey webs , i cleaned our apartment
moonlight struck every rooftop like stadium spotlights, not quite strong enough to match dotted city lights. rows of apartment buildings lit up in glimpses, square frames only a glimpse of what was tucked further behind weathered brick. his own, which he’d expected to be dark upon dragging himself home instead beamed residual light from kitchenette. slight dread coiled in his chest mid-swing; he wasn’t strong enough tonight to deal with potential intruder who nabbed a snack on the way out. stuck the landing atop windowsill, audible thud.
something cut through his readiness, sharpened eyes losing their edge as a familiar voice beat him to any real investigating. sigh of relief pushed from his chest, sore frame immediately leaned against wooden frame now that he didn’t have to put up a fight. then, he slunk on through with remarkable silence despite how heavy his muscles felt.
" our- ? … y’know what- " speech carrying a slur to it, further indication of just how tired he was, awkward stagger paused so he could observe. he could see the floor, formerly disorganized coffee table now the opposite complete with matching mugs. shoulders slacked visibly with immense relief, his feet carrying him over towards rather confident frame. " it’s actually … really nice in here, wade. when did you-? " slightly thoughtless were his words, more curiousity than demand. the spider stopped short of his company, letting himself fall into sturdy chest with a loose arm around the waist for support. " real nice. " he repeated, putting more weight into deadpool’s like he couldn’t carry it alone anymore. " thank you. "
fist my bump.
❝ alright, but I'm doing it softer this time because last time you said you could take it and you fell into the wall. ❞ boom, fist bump.
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