[Wade peeks out of one eye to see the soft rich boy kneeling beside him, crying out his name like in an old Victorian period drama. This is the life. Sometimes a guy just wants a little attention from soft rich boys.
Wait, not like that --]
Perfectly fine?! I'm clearly dead. And I'm dying every second! [He makes a choking sound with a whole body jitter, like a corpse having one final burst of electrical signals.
He could go the full mile and soil himself, but he's in polite company and there's no way we're going to put a content warning up for that.
Instead he opens both eyes. Wade hops up onto his elbows, peering up into a glaring light that does, indeed, appear to be a halo. Okay, so that's.] Technically it happens all the time. [He pats his stomach.] I do think that is some alien fucking beef though, it is ravaging my innards right now. However, I gotta say, the clean bowels I'm coming out the other end with might make it worth it.
Fern scoffs, because truly she should have known better. Fool me once, and all that. It's never enjoyable to feel as if her emotions have been toyed with, and this time it feels a bit more purposeful, so she isn't going to give Wade much grace this time. ]
And also healing every second.
[ Hence there's no real reason to feel for him, especially when he acts so recklessly. And when he shares far too many details about his digestive system. Fern doesn't flinch in disgust or anything like it, she isn't squeamish, but she does glare at Wade's masked face. ]
Well, that at least tells us that it can't be consumed raw, but we should have you try it cooked.
[ She seems to have little consideration for the state of his innards. If he's going to treat his inability to die as a jest, she'll treat it as an opportunity. ]
We're all dying every second, Mr. Wade. [ Adrian says, smiling down at him. He pats Wade's chest like a doting grandmother, and allows his halo to flicker back out again. ] You're certain that bloodborne diseases aren't a concern for your healing abilities? I could get you something for your stomach..?
[ He's taking this only slightly more seriously than Fern, in that he still doesn't like the idea of Wade suffering some undue distress, even if it's just a bout of terrible gas. Despite his delicate rich boy nature, Adrian has dealt with worse with a straight face.
Mildly, he adds: ] Fern — he can still feel pain.
[ He hardly wants to force the man to go through with the second test if he's already too ill. ]
I. [He gives Adrian a glare. Why are you trying to beat him at the misery Olympics? Aren't you supposed to be the polite one?] I mean, yeah, but I mean it literally. Jeez, you fantasy types take everything so literally.
[He brushes himself off and rolls back to his feet. Quite literally. Just a forward roll and he's suddenly back on his feet.]
I'm in pain every second of my life! A bout of IBS isn't gonna change that. But I appreciate your very valid concerns, Fernius. [That was definitely not her with the concerns.] C'mon, can one of you make a magical fire? I'm all down to try it cooked! And if I shit myself? This never happened. That you know of.
[ Fern watches as Wade springs back up to his feet as if nothing happened. It's truly remarkable, though his assertion that he's always in pain gives her pause. She can never know with Wade if she should take him at face value or not (especially when his face is fully covered), but she does wonder if that particular claim is a true one.
He seems more than ready to try another serving of the meat, so Fern gestures to him with one splayed hand while glancing over to Adrian following his chiding remark. ]
See? He's fine.
[ And with that, she gestures Wade over to where a campfire is already started. They'd made sure to be prepared; he just doesn't seem capable of focusing for longer than five or ten seconds at a time. ]
Over here. [ She pulls another piece of meat out of the cooler, then sets it on a cookpan, where it starts to sizzle. And then, as it cooks, she decides she may as well ask. ] Is that how it works? [ She watches the meat cooking as she speaks, but her tone is fairly even. ] A lifetime of pain, but you can heal from anything?
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Wait, not like that --]
Perfectly fine?! I'm clearly dead. And I'm dying every second! [He makes a choking sound with a whole body jitter, like a corpse having one final burst of electrical signals.
He could go the full mile and soil himself, but he's in polite company and there's no way we're going to put a content warning up for that.
Instead he opens both eyes. Wade hops up onto his elbows, peering up into a glaring light that does, indeed, appear to be a halo. Okay, so that's.] Technically it happens all the time. [He pats his stomach.] I do think that is some alien fucking beef though, it is ravaging my innards right now. However, I gotta say, the clean bowels I'm coming out the other end with might make it worth it.
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Fern scoffs, because truly she should have known better. Fool me once, and all that. It's never enjoyable to feel as if her emotions have been toyed with, and this time it feels a bit more purposeful, so she isn't going to give Wade much grace this time. ]
And also healing every second.
[ Hence there's no real reason to feel for him, especially when he acts so recklessly. And when he shares far too many details about his digestive system. Fern doesn't flinch in disgust or anything like it, she isn't squeamish, but she does glare at Wade's masked face. ]
Well, that at least tells us that it can't be consumed raw, but we should have you try it cooked.
[ She seems to have little consideration for the state of his innards. If he's going to treat his inability to die as a jest, she'll treat it as an opportunity. ]
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[ He's taking this only slightly more seriously than Fern, in that he still doesn't like the idea of Wade suffering some undue distress, even if it's just a bout of terrible gas. Despite his delicate rich boy nature, Adrian has dealt with worse with a straight face.
Mildly, he adds: ] Fern — he can still feel pain.
[ He hardly wants to force the man to go through with the second test if he's already too ill. ]
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[He brushes himself off and rolls back to his feet. Quite literally. Just a forward roll and he's suddenly back on his feet.]
I'm in pain every second of my life! A bout of IBS isn't gonna change that. But I appreciate your very valid concerns, Fernius. [That was definitely not her with the concerns.] C'mon, can one of you make a magical fire? I'm all down to try it cooked! And if I shit myself? This never happened. That you know of.
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He seems more than ready to try another serving of the meat, so Fern gestures to him with one splayed hand while glancing over to Adrian following his chiding remark. ]
See? He's fine.
[ And with that, she gestures Wade over to where a campfire is already started. They'd made sure to be prepared; he just doesn't seem capable of focusing for longer than five or ten seconds at a time. ]
Over here. [ She pulls another piece of meat out of the cooler, then sets it on a cookpan, where it starts to sizzle. And then, as it cooks, she decides she may as well ask. ] Is that how it works? [ She watches the meat cooking as she speaks, but her tone is fairly even. ] A lifetime of pain, but you can heal from anything?