Thaaat's giving me a yeees. [Sure, he's never been one to give straightforward answers, but the Logan that is his friend is also, somehow, even less forthcoming than the man in front of him. Which Wade can work with. Strangely enough, in a Twilight Zone way, he'd actually call this one pleasant.
Internal snort. Imagine.
There's the barest flicker in his expression before Wade looks away, spinning on his stool right back to the machine as it is, indeed, printing some motherfucking eggs onto a plate underneath it, made out of god knows what, but still with a beautiful golden yolk. It doesn't mean shit that Logan doesn't know him; he's met plenty that don't. But, you know, after Cable, he had a little hope. There's, what, a hundred variants of the Wolverine? And most of them kill him on sight. It's actually a spectacle that one's first instinct was to help his ass.
But not knowing him, that would be the answer why.] Wade Wilson, or, you know. Sorry, no, you don't know, hah! [He doesn't know. Wade wiggles his flaccid mask at him, flinging water in all directions.] Deadpool. Though, really, let's be serious with each other. Does it matter? As far as you know, I'm a poor, innocent drowning victim with a miraculously optimistic outlook considering the circumstances. Speaking of -- [He digs into a utility belt pouch, tossing over a couple of bottles he'd nicked.] You deserve a fair share for doing your duty, hero. If drowning yourself dead in liquor isn't your thing, you can try something new!
[Though even crushed up, these aren't likely to be much fun.]
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Internal snort. Imagine.
There's the barest flicker in his expression before Wade looks away, spinning on his stool right back to the machine as it is, indeed, printing some motherfucking eggs onto a plate underneath it, made out of god knows what, but still with a beautiful golden yolk. It doesn't mean shit that Logan doesn't know him; he's met plenty that don't. But, you know, after Cable, he had a little hope. There's, what, a hundred variants of the Wolverine? And most of them kill him on sight. It's actually a spectacle that one's first instinct was to help his ass.
But not knowing him, that would be the answer why.] Wade Wilson, or, you know. Sorry, no, you don't know, hah! [He doesn't know. Wade wiggles his flaccid mask at him, flinging water in all directions.] Deadpool. Though, really, let's be serious with each other. Does it matter? As far as you know, I'm a poor, innocent drowning victim with a miraculously optimistic outlook considering the circumstances. Speaking of -- [He digs into a utility belt pouch, tossing over a couple of bottles he'd nicked.] You deserve a fair share for doing your duty, hero. If drowning yourself dead in liquor isn't your thing, you can try something new!
[Though even crushed up, these aren't likely to be much fun.]