[With Wade, there's no middle slider: he's either the most obnoxious roommate you'll ever have or the best one. Probably if you've never had experience with roommates. Though there is something to be said about the fact he managed to live with Blind Al not once, but twice; and considering what a prickly bitch she is, he must be doing something wrong (or she's an old blind lady and loves his coke and merc money, who knows?)
Maybe surprisingly, Wade is mostly tidy. His swords always go in the same corner every night, he doesn't leave the sheets a tangled mess, and he's never mixed up their toothbrushes (maybe once, when he came home drunk. So sue him.) But Cable's old man reading routine? Ugh. Drives him up a wall, yeah. Not that Wade's exactly been a big reader ever, but there were times -- on certain days -- when it'd just be him and Ness and the quiet, a book in their hands, and then she'd make him give a book report while tying him to the bed and battering his ass into the mattress. It'd been a damn good time.
And now? Well, he sure as hell doesn't have any books around.
Got other stuff. Now a random collection of knives, including his favourite -- the unicorn-headed letter opener he nicked from the haunted office building that he sharpened into a shiv. A bag of marbles and jacks (who knew the damn things even still existed?) Maybe a stuffie that doesn't look anything like any animal Wade's seen, but it's soft and furry and it's got a supremely disturbing amount of legs, so that's enough for him. He comes home and it's usually the first thing he grabs on the way to bed. Where it's currently sitting on his head now. Exhaustion isn't a thing for him, but that sort of bone-deep tiredness is; there's plenty of nights he comes home and flops into bed and only manages a night, bitch before he's floated off. He doesn't talk about how much better he sleeps since Cable agreed to share the room. Doesn't think about how fucking insane he felt from the silence in the room before there was another body in it.
Been a long time since he was in a place alone, huh? Even after Ness and him -- he went slithering back to Al's side.
So now he's in bed, with a maybe-insect stuffed animal on his head, and he's thrown an arm over Cable's side and maybe a leg and maybe he does have this horrible penchant for latching onto the nearest thing in bed, whether it's a pillow or a gun or a body, without any regard for how hot it is or isn't. It's not until Cable's rolling on top of him he starts awake, giving a groan. Ugh. It'd been a good dream, too. (Evidenced by the drool spot on his pillow.)] Cabe. M'all for you crushing me, but prefer you doin' it on purpose.
[C'mon, he has to go to work tomorrow. Who's idea was it to share the bed, anyway? (Three guesses, first two don't count.)]
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Maybe surprisingly, Wade is mostly tidy. His swords always go in the same corner every night, he doesn't leave the sheets a tangled mess, and he's never mixed up their toothbrushes (maybe once, when he came home drunk. So sue him.) But Cable's old man reading routine? Ugh. Drives him up a wall, yeah. Not that Wade's exactly been a big reader ever, but there were times -- on certain days -- when it'd just be him and Ness and the quiet, a book in their hands, and then she'd make him give a book report while tying him to the bed and battering his ass into the mattress. It'd been a damn good time.
And now? Well, he sure as hell doesn't have any books around.
Got other stuff. Now a random collection of knives, including his favourite -- the unicorn-headed letter opener he nicked from the haunted office building that he sharpened into a shiv. A bag of marbles and jacks (who knew the damn things even still existed?) Maybe a stuffie that doesn't look anything like any animal Wade's seen, but it's soft and furry and it's got a supremely disturbing amount of legs, so that's enough for him. He comes home and it's usually the first thing he grabs on the way to bed. Where it's currently sitting on his head now. Exhaustion isn't a thing for him, but that sort of bone-deep tiredness is; there's plenty of nights he comes home and flops into bed and only manages a night, bitch before he's floated off. He doesn't talk about how much better he sleeps since Cable agreed to share the room. Doesn't think about how fucking insane he felt from the silence in the room before there was another body in it.
Been a long time since he was in a place alone, huh? Even after Ness and him -- he went slithering back to Al's side.
So now he's in bed, with a maybe-insect stuffed animal on his head, and he's thrown an arm over Cable's side and maybe a leg and maybe he does have this horrible penchant for latching onto the nearest thing in bed, whether it's a pillow or a gun or a body, without any regard for how hot it is or isn't. It's not until Cable's rolling on top of him he starts awake, giving a groan. Ugh. It'd been a good dream, too. (Evidenced by the drool spot on his pillow.)] Cabe. M'all for you crushing me, but prefer you doin' it on purpose.
[C'mon, he has to go to work tomorrow. Who's idea was it to share the bed, anyway? (Three guesses, first two don't count.)]