Heyyy, what's happenin'? You've reached the voicemail of one very fine-lookin' man. Wanna chat? Fanboy all over my mad skillz? Declare your undying love for me? You know what to do. [BEEEEP]
[Wade nods, his eyes softening with understanding.]
No coffee. Got it. Never really liked the taste of it, myself. I was more of a hot chocolate type of guy, y'know? Caffeine doesn't work all that much on me anyway, anymore.
Anything else you'd like to drink? I, uh... don't really have much except water and booze, but...
Uhh... yeah? It's supposed to wake you up. Block your sleep receptors or whatever the heck they're called.
[He's already making his way to the kitchen, bending down to collect his stash from one of the cupboards and probably giving Izumo quite an interesting view from the common room.]
Hey, feel free to drink as much as you want, bro. Alcohol doesn't really work on me all that much anymore either. Not this kinda stuff, anyway. I got a supplier givin' me some special stuff. Just a few sips and you're flyin'.
[ He's usually quick to wake up, no coffee needed.
And he probably shouldn't drink while kind of sick, but he can't say no to that. And combined with the view, it sounds like a good idea. But only what he's here for. ]
The bottles Wade's holding slip out of his startled fingers with a clatter, but fortunately he's still close enough to the ground that none of them break. After scrambling to collect them and shove them haphazardly back into the cupboard, he turns around to face Izumo.]
I'm sorry, think I might've had temporary loss of hearing there. What did you just say?
[Was that innuendo? Had he intended it as innuendo? God, he's forgotten how terrible he is at this when the tables are turned.]
Alcohol helps with that too, y'know.
[Even though he's not entirely sure this guy should be imbibing any alcohol at this point. Wade unscrews the cap of the bottle he still has in his hand-- he's not even sure what it is and he can't really be bothered to check-- and takes a small swig of it. Scotch. Really good scotch, too.
Wade grabs the last two clean cups in the sink and begins to make his way over to Izumo again, trying to ignore that weird flutter of nervousness in his stomach.]
Might wanna wine and dine me first before we start talkin' about sharin' body heat.
[Oh god was that flirting is he flirting right now what is going on]
[ It was turned into innuendo mostly by accident this time around, but honestly, Izumo didn't mind. With Wade he let himself be more ridiculous with the flirting than he usually was. ]
Yeah, but I do like to keep the fuzziness in my head to a minimum at times like these.
[ He might not have noticed, but the cold was focusing on other things than clogging up his nose at the moment. ]
If you're offering to be responsible for that I could be okay with that.
[Wade rolls one shoulder in a shrug, settling down a good distance away from Izumo in case the man should get any ideas. He sets down the glasses on the table with a definitive clunk.]
To each his own, I guess. To be honest, I think I think too much. It's nice to turn your brain off every once in a while, y'know?
I try not to. [ He's about as good at it as he is at being open to people though. He might seem open enough, but he doesn't like getting to know people on a deeper level, and likes it even less when people know too much about him. ] Drinking only helps that some of the time for me.
[That gets a little quirk of a smile on Wade's lips.]
Puttin' all the responsibility on me, huh? Well, you asked for it. Don't complain if I give ya too much or too little-- you brought this on yourself, after all.
[He fills Izumo's glass to about halfway, filling his own glass almost to the brim. Setting down the bottle on the table (Deadpool no it'll stain) Wade grips his glass casually in one hand and tosses back the drink in one shot, wincing as the alcohol goes burning down his throat.]
Man that stuff goes down hard. Gives you a nice buzz, though.
[ Though to most it might seems like he never cares, he knows that. But he likes it that way. And he's not one to turn down drinks when offered, so he downs the contents of his glass in one go. That really was some strong stuff indeed. ]
Wow, it's been a while since I had something like this.
[ The booze he stole from that claws guy didn't work nearly as good. ]
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No coffee. Got it. Never really liked the taste of it, myself. I was more of a hot chocolate type of guy, y'know? Caffeine doesn't work all that much on me anyway, anymore.
Anything else you'd like to drink? I, uh... don't really have much except water and booze, but...
[He trails off.]
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[ He really doesn't know much about it, alright? He's just assuming caffeine is something in coffee for now. ]
I'm good with either. Spend your booze wisely though.
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[He's already making his way to the kitchen, bending down to collect his stash from one of the cupboards and probably giving Izumo quite an interesting view from the common room.]
Hey, feel free to drink as much as you want, bro. Alcohol doesn't really work on me all that much anymore either. Not this kinda stuff, anyway. I got a supplier givin' me some special stuff. Just a few sips and you're flyin'.
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[ He's usually quick to wake up, no coffee needed.
And he probably shouldn't drink while kind of sick, but he can't say no to that. And combined with the view, it sounds like a good idea. But only what he's here for. ]
What about colds? How easily do you catch those?
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[He's joking again, of course. NyQuil doesn't work on him either.]
Why d'you ask?
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I need to borrow your hot body for a bit. Need to know the chances of me giving you mine first, don't I?
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The bottles Wade's holding slip out of his startled fingers with a clatter, but fortunately he's still close enough to the ground that none of them break. After scrambling to collect them and shove them haphazardly back into the cupboard, he turns around to face Izumo.]
I'm sorry, think I might've had temporary loss of hearing there. What did you just say?
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I've got a cold, you're like a fire. Or anything else that's hot. I'd like to borrow that heat for a little while.
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[Was that innuendo? Had he intended it as innuendo? God, he's forgotten how terrible he is at this when the tables are turned.]
Alcohol helps with that too, y'know.
[Even though he's not entirely sure this guy should be imbibing any alcohol at this point. Wade unscrews the cap of the bottle he still has in his hand-- he's not even sure what it is and he can't really be bothered to check-- and takes a small swig of it. Scotch. Really good scotch, too.
Wade grabs the last two clean cups in the sink and begins to make his way over to Izumo again, trying to ignore that weird flutter of nervousness in his stomach.]
Might wanna wine and dine me first before we start talkin' about sharin' body heat.
[Oh god was that flirting is he flirting right now what is going on]
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Yeah, but I do like to keep the fuzziness in my head to a minimum at times like these.
[ He might not have noticed, but the cold was focusing on other things than clogging up his nose at the moment. ]
If you're offering to be responsible for that I could be okay with that.
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To each his own, I guess. To be honest, I think I think too much. It's nice to turn your brain off every once in a while, y'know?
How much of this do you want, by the way?
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As much as you'll let me have, I suppose.
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Puttin' all the responsibility on me, huh? Well, you asked for it. Don't complain if I give ya too much or too little-- you brought this on yourself, after all.
[He fills Izumo's glass to about halfway, filling his own glass almost to the brim. Setting down the bottle on the table (Deadpool no it'll stain) Wade grips his glass casually in one hand and tosses back the drink in one shot, wincing as the alcohol goes burning down his throat.]
Man that stuff goes down hard. Gives you a nice buzz, though.
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[ Though to most it might seems like he never cares, he knows that. But he likes it that way. And he's not one to turn down drinks when offered, so he downs the contents of his glass in one go. That really was some strong stuff indeed. ]
Wow, it's been a while since I had something like this.
[ The booze he stole from that claws guy didn't work nearly as good. ]