[ Wade gradually slowed down once he was safely inside and set Morbius down. Almost as an afterthought, he leaned over and straightened out some of Morbius' clothes... There-- good as new? ]
I just had the craziest night, no joke. One minute you're eating chili dogs on the side of the street, the next minute you're the star of a televised high-speed chase... Life's funny like that. Think I'm gonna have to lay low for a while.
[ he defintely smacked the other's shoulder at least once.
Fangs bared as he hissed at Wade when he was put down, a hand went to smack away the hand fixing his clothes but was too late. Those clothes? For once he was not wearing the disco suit. He had been honest about being in bed moping. He was wearing some very retro 70s pajamas.
Michael could grumble about all the monsters seeing him in his nightclothes later. For now he rolls his eyes. Any grumbling about being carried off was left aside as Deadpool explained. ]
I feel you are omitting key details here. However, if I am to consider this. And it is consideration, not a promise. I want your word that you will harm no one down here and that you are not being followed by anyone short of the police. Do we have an understanding?
[ For what it was worth, Wade didn't really seem to notice or care one way or the other about the pajamas. It wasn't any worse than some of the things he'd been caught wearing. As for the rest of it-- The raise of Wade's brows was obvious even under the mask. ]
C'mon, Morbius. Why would I hurt anyone down here? Know it's not really my business anymore, but I care about them too. I wasn't followed, honest!
[ It was true, and it was not like heroes and villains could be in their work clothes 24/7.
The flat look still directed Wade's way as he watched that brow. How did he and Spider-Man do that? It is something in the way he responds that makes Michael finally sigh. A clear sign that he's resigned himself to whatever is next. ]
Fine, I am trusting you on that. Just know if you mess up down here, I will be blamed as much as you. Come along, I am sure you remember the way.
Aw, I always knew you liked me! Guess that's why you never blocked my number! You should totally follow me on my socials.
[ Totally unfazed by that look, Wade did indeed remember the way but seemed happy enough following Morbius to wherever they were going. ]
Tell ya what, I owe you one! You just call me whenever you want Webs outta your hair. He and I are, like, friends or something now. He'll listen to me.
I have considered blocking you. [ He grumbled, but still, the record shows he has not blocked anyone. ] I also do not use social media, Wilson. Why would I? It is just a trash heap of vanity and superficial thoughts.
[ At least Morbius didn't grumble now. His tone returned to normal as they made their way back towards the city proper.]
I hate to admit it, but that is a tempting offer. You have a deal. [ Offering over the pale hand to shake on it. ] I won't even hold it against you if you fail in that. I know how the Spider is. Though, I do question how you befriended someone as unpleasant as he is.
The shake returned just as strong as before he let go and started walking again, hands going into the pockets of his robe. ]
We can agree to disagree on this, Wilson. Spider-Man is… No, no. I am letting it go. [ Nah, he'll brood later; it's fine. ] Things down here are improving. Reconstruction from the last attack has been completed. There is a little more order as well, thanks to the others. I have not been back all that long myself.
Don't have a timeframe, as long as I can set him up for a bad time when he least expects it. Maybe ruin his perfectly good weekend, that would do the trick.
Electro-pulse configured to one's DNA, that way those around him would not be harmed. It is just a thought; I do not know if it is even possible, but I can promise you. I can promise you, electroshock hurts quite a bit.
[ Some genius used electroshocks and bats to make himself an accidental living vampire.]
It could also just be cruel, which is why I ask the level of pain you are seeking.
I'm allergic to it, unfortunately. Something about IV's in general has made me ill since I became what I am. That is why I can not live on bagged blood. I do not need Brawndo. I need the bloody aspirin to kick in.
[ How had he even seen that movie? Probably Martine or Jack.]
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@unsevered - Let me know if I misunderstood there and I can adjust!
[ He saw that very recognizable suit coming fast his way. Naturally wide red eyes seemed to widen more. Oh no. ]
What have you done!
[ Was about all he has time to say before the most undigified squeek escapes the fake night creature, as he started to flail. ]
Put me down, you fool!
[ A random monster, who clearly knew to follow the doctor, pulled the entrance shut and bolted it back in place before wandering off elsewhere. ]
naw you understood the assignment perfectly
[ Wade gradually slowed down once he was safely inside and set Morbius down. Almost as an afterthought, he leaned over and straightened out some of Morbius' clothes... There-- good as new? ]
I just had the craziest night, no joke. One minute you're eating chili dogs on the side of the street, the next minute you're the star of a televised high-speed chase... Life's funny like that. Think I'm gonna have to lay low for a while.
Fantastic!
Fangs bared as he hissed at Wade when he was put down, a hand went to smack away the hand fixing his clothes but was too late. Those clothes? For once he was not wearing the disco suit. He had been honest about being in bed
moping.He was wearing some very retro 70s pajamas.Michael could grumble about all the monsters seeing him in his nightclothes later. For now he rolls his eyes. Any grumbling about being carried off was left aside as Deadpool explained. ]
I feel you are omitting key details here. However, if I am to consider this. And it is consideration, not a promise. I want your word that you will harm no one down here and that you are not being followed by anyone short of the police. Do we have an understanding?
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C'mon, Morbius. Why would I hurt anyone down here? Know it's not really my business anymore, but I care about them too. I wasn't followed, honest!
[ He was being sincere for a change. ]
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The flat look still directed Wade's way as he watched that brow. How did he and Spider-Man do that? It is something in the way he responds that makes Michael finally sigh. A clear sign that he's resigned himself to whatever is next. ]
Fine, I am trusting you on that. Just know if you mess up down here, I will be blamed as much as you. Come along, I am sure you remember the way.
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[ Totally unfazed by that look, Wade did indeed remember the way but seemed happy enough following Morbius to wherever they were going. ]
Tell ya what, I owe you one! You just call me whenever you want Webs outta your hair. He and I are, like, friends or something now. He'll listen to me.
[ Extremely convincing. ]
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[ At least Morbius didn't grumble now. His tone returned to normal as they made their way back towards the city proper.]
I hate to admit it, but that is a tempting offer. You have a deal. [ Offering over the pale hand to shake on it. ] I won't even hold it against you if you fail in that. I know how the Spider is. Though, I do question how you befriended someone as unpleasant as he is.
[ Someone is still salty over that last arrest.]
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[ Which should really reveal that he was greatly overstating his importance here. But anyway. He took the proffered hand and gave it a strong shake. ]
That sweet baby boy ain't so bad sometimes. Maybe a little uptight. How're things down here, though?
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The shake returned just as strong as before he let go and started walking again, hands going into the pockets of his robe. ]
We can agree to disagree on this, Wilson. Spider-Man is… No, no. I am letting it go. [ Nah, he'll brood later; it's fine. ] Things down here are improving. Reconstruction from the last attack has been completed. There is a little more order as well, thanks to the others. I have not been back all that long myself.
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I never thought I would have a use for this ridiculous 70s icon, thanks!
I live to serve
Amazing!
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[ At least she can't see the face he made at that image.
What ARE those things? ]
Bring them; if they don't want them, I'll send someone to drop them off at some donation center. Someone must want those awful-looking creations.
Do you want me to still finish working on that bomb for you?
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I'll drop the toys off next time I'm in town.
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That is fine; it will be appreciated all the same.
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I ask, as I have had a theory I've wanted to test for a long time. Who better than Wilson? It won't hurt him in the long run.
[ These are the ideas that lead him to becoming a living vampire. Probably not the best thing to allow. ]
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What are you thinking of?
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[ Some genius used electroshocks and bats to make himself an accidental living vampire.]
It could also just be cruel, which is why I ask the level of pain you are seeking.
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It would be be fun to watch, so you have my go ahead.
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With the headache I have? There will be no next time.
I am dying, and I think it is going to stick this time.
Oh, god, tell me you are kidding.
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You'll be fine. It's just going to take a hot minute.
Why would I be kidding?
I'm just calling it how I see it!
You were having a great time!
yw!
I hate this; I have not felt this awful since I was literally dying.
Please tell me I didn't do anything that will
A. Get myself on the news or
B. utterly embarrassing.
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It's nowhere near as bad as that.
A little of column A, a little of column B.
But you said not to tell you specifics so I won't.
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[ Lies, his dramatic ass will absolutely drink with her again.]
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That's got electrolytes right?? Would it work on you?
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I do not need Brawndo.
I need the bloody aspirin to kick in.
[ How had he even seen that movie? Probably Martine or Jack.]