IC Inbox - havenrpg

[ishotyouuu]

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]

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[fortunefavored]

[Newt goes to get the door for him, stepping back as he opens it and motioning him in]

Definitely not a booster shot.

[He steps back in towards the table, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back onto his heels a bit]

Look, uh, you're not gonna like this but...

[Newt chews on his bottom lip]

...Travis is gone.

[ishotyouuu]

["You're not gonna like this" was probably understating it a little bit. For a brief moment, Wade stands stock still, a blank and perplexed expression on his face, as if Newt were speaking in tongues or Acturian or one of the very few languages on Earth that Wade didn't know. He searches Newt's face for a sign; for anything that might tell him this is just some sick joke he's playing, but either Newt has the best poker face he's ever seen (not likely) or he's telling the truth.

Wade lets out a long breath, allows himself to lean against the door.]

Think I might've preferred you givin' me a booster shot, to be perfectly honest.

[fortunefavored]

Yeah, dude, so would I. [Newt's voice cracks a bit, and he swallows.]

I just, uh--[he turns back to the table, picking up Rose Nasty--one of the two katanas Travis left behind, and turns back, holding it out to Wade]

--here.

[ishotyouuu]

[Almost instinctively Wade reaches his hand out to take it, but hesitates, drawing back at the last second.]

These are...

[Travis's twin katanas. He harkens back to the last time he'd seen them in action, during the sparring session that had somehow gone south very quickly. Wade presses his lips together tightly. Why now? They had just started to become friends.]

A-are you sure he'd want me to have them?