[ Innocent people don't usually call themselves innocent unprompted. Logan lets that one go. He's a little distracted by the fact that there are, in fact, eggs being printed onto a plate. Last diner he rolled through, it was full of things that tried to kill him. How come this one's so pleasant?
Company aside.
He rolls his eyes and punches the button for a stack. And bacon. ] Stopā€” [ He catches the bottle. Oh. Yeah, he'll take that. ] ā€”calling me that. [ Hero, he means, 'cause he's not.
He stuffs the bottle into the pocket of his hanging jacket, then gathers the coffee and plate it spat out. None of it smells particularly like real food, but it's close. It's the type of thing only he could sniff out the difference, maybe. This synthetic edge that tickles his nostrils.
He sets the tray onto the nearest table and slides into the booth. It oughta feel weird, but frankly, this entire dimension is a little insane. A Denny's printing food isn't the worst. Plus, it's dry. Coffee actually tastes pretty good, too. But there's something else, too. Something about the way this Wilson guy is acting around him. His little comments. The fact that he hasn't asked for a name in return.
Logan peers at Wade. (Wade Wilson. How come that sounds...?) ] Do you know who I am?
[ He has met a few who do know himā€”and he knows them, tooā€”but it's not like his claws are a big secret and he did pop them during the rescue. Maybe Wade saw them or recognizes one of the X-Men. Maybe they know each other from before Weapon X. That's happened, too. His memory's, you know...fucked. It might explain the vague flicker of familiarity he keeps getting. ]
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Company aside.
He rolls his eyes and punches the button for a stack. And bacon. ] Stopā€” [ He catches the bottle. Oh. Yeah, he'll take that. ] ā€”calling me that. [ Hero, he means, 'cause he's not.
He stuffs the bottle into the pocket of his hanging jacket, then gathers the coffee and plate it spat out. None of it smells particularly like real food, but it's close. It's the type of thing only he could sniff out the difference, maybe. This synthetic edge that tickles his nostrils.
He sets the tray onto the nearest table and slides into the booth. It oughta feel weird, but frankly, this entire dimension is a little insane. A Denny's printing food isn't the worst. Plus, it's dry. Coffee actually tastes pretty good, too. But there's something else, too. Something about the way this Wilson guy is acting around him. His little comments. The fact that he hasn't asked for a name in return.
Logan peers at Wade. (Wade Wilson. How come that sounds...?) ] Do you know who I am?
[ He has met a few who do know himā€”and he knows them, tooā€”but it's not like his claws are a big secret and he did pop them during the rescue. Maybe Wade saw them or recognizes one of the X-Men. Maybe they know each other from before Weapon X. That's happened, too. His memory's, you know...fucked. It might explain the vague flicker of familiarity he keeps getting. ]