[Unfortunately he was sort of tensed up so he almost falls out of the window on his face, but catches himself as he finally gets Bea unhooked from the fucking window with her help, where he tumbles to his feet, brushing himself off. Looking as if he absolutely wasn't frozen in a window and wasn't mildly freaked out by it -- but honestly, he's seen way worse, and he's got all his skin, so that's a BIG plus.]
I -- [He pauses, clearing his throat. Right. That's a thing.] Okay, that's kind of a tall order, don't you think?
[Like, they just met, and this suit might not have cameltoe, but it is pretty snug. Comfortably so. Sort of keeps all the bits and bobs where he wants them so nothing goes swinging out where it doesn't belong.
No apologies. You're the one skimming his brain, sister.
Wade looks down at himself. Looks back at her. Looks between them. Looks almost coy for a second as he rights all the wrinkles out, shifts the holster on his thigh, smooths down his mask. He's been waiting to say it.] It's so the bad guys can't see me bleed. [It's basically a third catchphrase.] Also it's like Night of the Living Dead under here, [He gestures to his mask,] and it saves on make-up the more I've got it on.
[He means artists, specifically, but it could easily be interpreted as if he tries to hide what's under there with God's strongest foundation. Which. Okay, the hair system was completely different. That was a confidence booster.] And what's with your -- [He makes a circle with his hand around the room, but he's really just trying to think of a come-back and not coming up with anything. Shit. Wade drops his hand.] So, how's your day going? You know, with the rolling blackouts and the multiverse kidnapping?
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I -- [He pauses, clearing his throat. Right. That's a thing.] Okay, that's kind of a tall order, don't you think?
[Like, they just met, and this suit might not have cameltoe, but it is pretty snug. Comfortably so. Sort of keeps all the bits and bobs where he wants them so nothing goes swinging out where it doesn't belong.
No apologies. You're the one skimming his brain, sister.
Wade looks down at himself. Looks back at her. Looks between them. Looks almost coy for a second as he rights all the wrinkles out, shifts the holster on his thigh, smooths down his mask. He's been waiting to say it.] It's so the bad guys can't see me bleed. [It's basically a third catchphrase.] Also it's like Night of the Living Dead under here, [He gestures to his mask,] and it saves on make-up the more I've got it on.
[He means artists, specifically, but it could easily be interpreted as if he tries to hide what's under there with God's strongest foundation. Which. Okay, the hair system was completely different. That was a confidence booster.] And what's with your -- [He makes a circle with his hand around the room, but he's really just trying to think of a come-back and not coming up with anything. Shit. Wade drops his hand.] So, how's your day going? You know, with the rolling blackouts and the multiverse kidnapping?