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wade.wilson

■ EMERALD DISTRICT, APARTMENT M


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‶Yo. Callin' about business? pleasure? I'm flexible. Leave it at the tone."

Comments

[crownless]

that doesn’t matter the string might still think we’re ~destined~ for us to meet again for whatever reason]

[and that sounds weird enough so he is NOT gonna talk about the true love part]

listen where are u
i want to check whether or not it’s you
if im wrong we can all laugh about it

[ishotyouuu]

tf

i mean of course were gonna meet again

were friends rite

that being said wanna meet somewhere 4 breakfast?

or lunch?

idek what time it fuckin is

[crownless]

i... think its lunch
lets say its lunch
brunch??? breakfast for lunch? whatever

[he texts wade the address of a quaint little diner somewhere in the emerald district.]

[ishotyouuu]

[Less than ten minutes later, Wade can be seen approaching the diner in question with all the poise and energy of a high school burnout attending an 8 am physics class. It's not exactly an uncommon thing not to recollect what he got up to the night before-- ADHD more or less makes that an everyday occurrence-- but that doesn't make it any less disorienting when it happens. Once inside, he glances around for Travis, waving at the man when he finally spots him, the red string dangling conspicuously from one finger.

Wade slides into the booth across from Travis with a sigh.]

You look like I feel, pal. Least I didn't wake up usin' a urinal cake as a pillow this time.