Wade Wilson

Guys, guys! It /finally/ happened! *slams the stick down on the table, throwing his hands up* BAM! We're having tacos.

—of places. Worse come to worst, he'd just get smashed and take an Uber back to his hideout. #OpenRP

He wandered downtown to a bar that accepted masks and decided to try his luck with one of the groupies that usually hung around those kinds—

Wade was bored. That usually led to no-good, but in this instance Wade was also annoyed and it would /definitely/ lead to no good.—

"/Yes/." Wade said firmly. The Spider-booty was plenty seductive even if he didn't stick the landing. teapawt.net/protectisms/status/906…

Wade sat down on the beach and dropped his bag, motioning @Deadly_Thighs to come over. The flight had taken a while, but they'd made it.

"#RuinABandInOneLetter? Queef."

"Listening never got me anywhere." Wade said confidently from where he stood, having bounced off of the fabric canopy. teapawt.net/courteousspidey/status…

"Wade, /yes/!" He exclaimed before joyously doing exactly what he'd been told not to. teapawt.net/courteousspidey/status…

"Well what else do you want people to think of us, Sugar Plum?" teapawt.net/makingbenproud/status/…

He'll just pop back up if he ever does kill him. No big deal. "Are you okay down there?" He asked, peering over the edge of the bunk beds. teapawt.net/courteousspidey/status…

Deadpool went silent for only a moment. "Does that mean dinosaurs had feelings too?" teapawt.net/courteousspidey/status…

"But it's a legit question!" teapawt.net/courteousspidey/status…

—fire escape and causing a loud racket. He glared at the winged rats before ducking back inside.

—Golden Girls. More pigeons gathered and Wade's temper got the best of him, a red and black gloved hand slamming against the grate of the—

—apartment. Deadpool sighed and looked away for a moment, stretching his tired body and wishing he would have stayed home to watch the—

—window he was crouched at, waiting for a good shot. It had been /hours/ and still that little goblin Chase /still/ wasn't back at his—

Wade was bored. He'd gotten to the point of flicking rubber bands at the pigeons that congregated on the fire escape outside of the—