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𝕎𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥.
After visiting Estrella in the late afternoon hours, he felt as though the two had gotten closer as friends.
They’d bonded, and were able to simply hang out, and despite her breaking his nose, and possibly her fist, he was happy to see her.
While he did enjoy hanging out with her, he was also happy to have collected important information.
He got her to admit her crush on logan.
Honestly, who the fuck can blame her? God, he’s such a dilf.
The mercenary returned to his home, hours later, feeling relaxed and refreshed. Estrella was kind enough to help him determine his skin type, and what products would work for him.
She’d even let him take home some unused masks and a nice moisturizer, in a cute little gift bag she’d received from a beauty store.
Laura hogs her products. Gatekeeping isn’t cool anymore.
Walking through his apartment door, he was met with a disinterested grunt. Wade placed his delightful bag onto the counter of his kitchen, before opening his fridge to grab a beer.
Haphazardly pulling his mask off, he bit onto the lid, before tearing off the metal with his teeth.
Walking over to the trash can, he spit the lid into it, before prancing over to the couch.
Sat on the couch, Logan was sipping on a glass of what could’ve been either bourbon or tequila, but from where Wade stood, he couldn’t tell which it was.
“Hey, pookie.” Wade exclaimed, before taking a sip of his beer. “How were things at the bar?” He added, watching as Logan’s eyes rolled.
“Fine.” Logan answered shortly.
“Oh, that’s fine, then.” Wade bit back, a bit irritated.
“My day was fantastic, thank you for asking.” Wade announced, a bit louder than he initially intended, watching Logan’s brow raise, before the older mutant took a sip from his alcoholic beverage.
If he couldn’t heal, his liver would be fucked.
“I didn’t ask, dipshit.”
“Well, duh!” Wade sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he set his beer on the coffee table.
The loudmouth mercenary taking a seat on the couch, scooching over to Logan. “But, I’m gonna tell you ‘bout it anyways.” He added, smiling at his older friend/ co-worker.
