[Well, yeah, who hasn't heard of Wolverine? You're not special. He has an entire franchise perched upon his overly thick and handsome shoulders, buddy. The rest of them are just clinging to the coattails. The long, now yellow, ringmaster coattails.]
Yeah, well, that's why you weren't invited.
[To the threequel. Not really, but it's good cover. Anyway, as much as Wade is gorging himself on self-haterade on the reg, he's already convinced himself Cable did miss him, or does, or would be so woefully alone without him here that he would probably start desperately befriending other whackos, like maybe that freak Spider-Man guy. The vampire one, not the clone.
The things Cable's done you don't do unless you love a guy. Like shoot him. And shoot his team (the surviving part of it).
Or, you know. Save his life. So.
At sex-starved, Wade throws his head back with a groan.] Ugh, you have no idea. [Actually, it's probably the most sex-starved birthday-and-post-three-days-after he's ever had in his life. Not to mention the unspecified amount of time he's been here.
Hold on a sec. Wade's head snaps back up.] Cable Nathan Cableson. [Since they're doing full names right now.] I'm picking up vibes. Some really pointed vibes. You know what I mean. [He's connivingly squinting at Cable now, which is a thing I just made up. Is that a whiff of... oh? He takes a good sniff in the air, wafting his hand like he's trying to catch another hint of it. Dare he say it. The J-word?
No way. No fucking way. 'Cause he stuck his swords in another beefy metal man?
Wade might actually be touched. No, he's definitely touched. God, he really wishes he was being touched right now.] Be prissy pissy all you want, but you haven't exactly thrown me out yet. Something tells me you're hoping for a little, you know... [A wiggle of his eyebrows, if he had any.] Adventure. The sequel.
[Because Wade did miss him. And, in a vein same as Cable's, he's allergic to just saying it outright.]
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Yeah, well, that's why you weren't invited.
[To the threequel. Not really, but it's good cover. Anyway, as much as Wade is gorging himself on self-haterade on the reg, he's already convinced himself Cable did miss him, or does, or would be so woefully alone without him here that he would probably start desperately befriending other whackos, like maybe that freak Spider-Man guy. The vampire one, not the clone.
The things Cable's done you don't do unless you love a guy. Like shoot him. And shoot his team (the surviving part of it).
Or, you know. Save his life. So.
At sex-starved, Wade throws his head back with a groan.] Ugh, you have no idea. [Actually, it's probably the most sex-starved birthday-and-post-three-days-after he's ever had in his life. Not to mention the unspecified amount of time he's been here.
Hold on a sec. Wade's head snaps back up.] Cable Nathan Cableson. [Since they're doing full names right now.] I'm picking up vibes. Some really pointed vibes. You know what I mean. [He's connivingly squinting at Cable now, which is a thing I just made up. Is that a whiff of... oh? He takes a good sniff in the air, wafting his hand like he's trying to catch another hint of it. Dare he say it. The J-word?
No way. No fucking way. 'Cause he stuck his swords in another beefy metal man?
Wade might actually be touched. No, he's definitely touched. God, he really wishes he was being touched right now.] Be prissy pissy all you want, but you haven't exactly thrown me out yet. Something tells me you're hoping for a little, you know... [A wiggle of his eyebrows, if he had any.] Adventure. The sequel.
[Because Wade did miss him. And, in a vein same as Cable's, he's allergic to just saying it outright.]