Honestly? Wade had been pretty much resigned to facing The Consequences (tee-em) of insubordination, given the role he’s been assigned. He may have a “YES” list in his permissions post longer than your average CVS receipt, but straight non-conning some rando is not on it. Eat him, assholes, cuz he would do anything for love but he won’t do that.
(For those you you taking notes at home, though, eating him? Not a hard no.)
And he had been planning on riding out said Consequences (tee-em), even manifesting as they are in the uptick in paranoia; the gnawing, awful feeling growing in his mind insisting that, as usual, the few people he gives a damn about are going to pay dearly for his refusal to play nice; the intrusive scenarios that are becoming more pressing, more violent, more realistic by the minute... It’s getting bad enough that he barely notices the incredibly disgruntled dude stalking in his direction, instincts only belatedly kicking in when he’s whirled around by the strong hand on his shoulder and unceremoniously headbutted in the mouth by another mouth.
A damn nice looking mouth, he realizes as he dumbly blinks masked eyes at who he’s assuming is his shiny new government-mandated bf. He could do a lot worse, but still. DAMN YOU, YOU COMMIE FUCKS.
He’s only handicapped for another heartbeat, though, and never one to be upstaged he leans over as the guy yells at a cloud, wrapping an arm around his waist and laying his free hand against his chest.
“Good morning yourself, sweetie-pie,” he coos, somehow managing to convey a coy fluttering of eyelashes even with an entirely covered face. “I was wondering where you’d run off to; it’s not nice to leave a lady to wake up alone, you know...”
He taps a gloved finger against the guy’s chest admonishingly. Remember pal, you started it.
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(For those you you taking notes at home, though, eating him? Not a hard no.)
And he had been planning on riding out said Consequences (tee-em), even manifesting as they are in the uptick in paranoia; the gnawing, awful feeling growing in his mind insisting that, as usual, the few people he gives a damn about are going to pay dearly for his refusal to play nice; the intrusive scenarios that are becoming more pressing, more violent, more realistic by the minute... It’s getting bad enough that he barely notices the incredibly disgruntled dude stalking in his direction, instincts only belatedly kicking in when he’s whirled around by the strong hand on his shoulder and unceremoniously headbutted in the mouth by another mouth.
A damn nice looking mouth, he realizes as he dumbly blinks masked eyes at who he’s assuming is his shiny new government-mandated bf. He could do a lot worse, but still. DAMN YOU, YOU COMMIE FUCKS.
He’s only handicapped for another heartbeat, though, and never one to be upstaged he leans over as the guy yells at a cloud, wrapping an arm around his waist and laying his free hand against his chest.
“Good morning yourself, sweetie-pie,” he coos, somehow managing to convey a coy fluttering of eyelashes even with an entirely covered face. “I was wondering where you’d run off to; it’s not nice to leave a lady to wake up alone, you know...”
He taps a gloved finger against the guy’s chest admonishingly. Remember pal, you started it.
“How you gonna make it up to me?”