[CHRIST JESUS, why does everyone think he’s Webs?? There are worse comparisons, sure, but goddammit his movie made WAY more money!
Maybe. He thinks. God damn that new kid (did someone say “jailbait”??) and his puppy eyes!!
Sigh. Mild offense on both his and Spidey’s part aside, a lift is a lift and so Wade wastes no time depositing himself into the passenger’s seat and making himself at home. The bag that’d been over his shoulder is deposited on his lap, and after a few moments of rummaging through one of the pouches Wade produces two things: a wrinkled piece of construction paper with what looks like a map and a bible’s worth of notes and numbers drawn messily in crayon, and a handgun.
Which he of course points at Niles almost lazily. Clearly this isn’t his first carjacking/kidnapping.]
Nah, I was thinking we’d keep this monogamus. [He squints at his map and points into the nothingness to the left of them with the hand not occupied with, you know, implying the threat of bodily harm. For what it’s worth, his tone is as light as ever, playful even, as he continues:] Mush! Hope you can follow directions! I hope I can read my directions, what the ass...?
[Sorry buddy, he’s been outside in that fog just long enough to be in a hurry- he’s not liking what’s going on in his head right now and if this guy doesn’t listen and get him where he needs to go he won’t, either.]
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Maybe. He thinks. God damn that new kid (did someone say “jailbait”??) and his puppy eyes!!
Sigh. Mild offense on both his and Spidey’s part aside, a lift is a lift and so Wade wastes no time depositing himself into the passenger’s seat and making himself at home. The bag that’d been over his shoulder is deposited on his lap, and after a few moments of rummaging through one of the pouches Wade produces two things: a wrinkled piece of construction paper with what looks like a map and a bible’s worth of notes and numbers drawn messily in crayon, and a handgun.
Which he of course points at Niles almost lazily. Clearly this isn’t his first carjacking/kidnapping.]
Nah, I was thinking we’d keep this monogamus. [He squints at his map and points into the nothingness to the left of them with the hand not occupied with, you know, implying the threat of bodily harm. For what it’s worth, his tone is as light as ever, playful even, as he continues:] Mush! Hope you can follow directions! I hope I can read my directions, what the ass...?
[Sorry buddy, he’s been outside in that fog just long enough to be in a hurry- he’s not liking what’s going on in his head right now and if this guy doesn’t listen and get him where he needs to go he won’t, either.]