he lingers a little as wade goes and turns the stove on β gets said pizza out of the fridge. he's not all that sure what to do with himself β what to do with all this downtime for once. )
This Scott? Six months. Different universes. But he's known another me longer.
And I've known another him a little longer too, sort of. The Scott from my universe doesn't really talk to me. Most of the X-men avoid me like the plague. Everyone except Colossus, NTW, and Yukio.
Take your pick. I'm a mercenary? I kill people? A lot of people. I never shut up? I'm technically more of a mutate than a mutant? Depending on who you ask. Oh, or they didn't like the spicy beef chili I made for dinner that one time?
How was I supposed to know that it would flare up Beast's IBS? That man can absolutely wreck a toilet, goddamn!
[He pulls out a tray and sets four slices on it before popping it in the oven to heat up, noting.] Too many people toss their cold pizza in the microwave to heat it up. Fucking animals, honestly. You lose all the crispiness that way.
( he doesn't strike him as the cold-blooded murderer type who slaughters innocents and kills just for fun and he's not about to go back into his head to verify that, so. he goes on a hunch there with that, watching as wade stuffs the tray in the oven. )
Other than that, I'd guess it's your chaotic energy that they have a problem with.
They're all people that deserve it. Murderers, traffickers, etc. Epic fuckstains of the highest order, [He's not killing innocent people.]
Mm... yeah. I am pretty chaotic. So that's probably a factor. [And his penchant for trying to wear Jean's outfits.] But Cable and Domino can stand me. Mostly. So I guess that's something.
I mean, not just anyone's face. [But he's really not that discriminate to be honest.]
We're more a thing in Scott's universe. But there's been a little behind-the-scenes action. [Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.] After we stopped trying to kill each other... and he sacrificed his ability to go back home to save my life.
( again with the sarcasm albeit a little more gentle rather than sharp.
letting himself lean back against the counter there, fingers grip under the edge of it, nate taking a moment to look around the place. )
It's so... different. Being in a kitchen like this.
( he says then. so genuine in the way he does, blue eyes trailing his gaze around. )
I remember things like this but... they never worked or were pretty much destroyed. To find a light on in a room was almost rare. A luxury when we did find it. But here? Here there's so much of it. So much that isn't destroyed.
I know, right? I'm such a loveable scamp! It doesn't make any sense!
[He's well aware that Nate is being sarcastic. Wade peers in the oven at the pizza.] Should be warmed up enough. [Grabbing an oven mitt he pulls out the tray before getting them some plates.]
So you're from a dystopian shit hole like Cable too, huh? None of you can catch a break.
[He hands Nate a plate with two slices of warmed-up pizza.] This place sucks giant donkey dicks, but at least there are some good things. Come on, enjoy the pinnacle of fine dining in the 20th and 21st century with me, eh? Pizza on a paper plate.
( pizza is not anything he can claim he's had before and it shows in the way he curiously looks at it for a moment before he lifts one of the slices up and takes a bite from it.
the verdict? not bad. in fact, he even smiles a bit. imagine that. he can smile. )
You eat this a lot?
( even as he asks, he might be... shoveling that entire slice into his mouth. followed by the other. seems he was hungry. quite hungry. )
[Wade starts eating a slice of his own, eyeballing the way Nate is inhaling his. He pauses a moment, then takes his second slice and slaps it on Nate's plate. Seemed like he needed it more than he did after all.]
I do. Pizza. Tacos. Taco Pizza. Waffles. Pancakes. Ice Cream. Cookies. Chicken Nuggets. Oh! Mac & Cheese! That's good too. [Wade does not have the most balanced diet clearly.]
( hey. when your powers are sort of killing you slowly because they're too much for your body to handle thus your metabolism is a little quick maybe and you come from a place where all of this was just heard of, you might go about indulging a little. or something.
either way, when the other slice is added, he shoves that in his mouth too and then looks up to wade curiously. )
[Wade's metabolism is quick, but for entirely different reasons. It's really the only reason he can eat as poorly as he does and still maintain a nice muscular figure... underneath all the scars. He's watching Nate as he finishes what's left of his own solitary slice.]
They do! Say... [He leans in conspiratorily.] Wanna go on an adventure?
( pizza slices finished off, he looks up to wade, gently setting the plate aside and just... not sure what to do with his hands, so. wiping them on his pants he sure does. )
[Ah, the old pants wipe! Can't go wrong with that! Wade sees nothing wrong with that.]
An adventure for tacos, and then cookies, and then ice cream, and then whatever else you feel like eating. [An adventure to potentially make Nate puke if they're not careful, but Wade isn't letting that kind of negative thinking in!]
( it's a lot more than nate can ever say he's had before in his life, so. why not try and find some semblance of normalcy here? even if it's still like a prison world. )
Not unless you can die from a stomach ache? [He smacks Nate on the back, then starts toward the door until remembers his distinct lack of clothes.]
Hang tight, I'm gonna put on some pants.
[Wade heads to his room to toss on some sweatpants and a Power Rangers t-shirt before coming back out to the main room and sliding on his rainbow crocs. He takes on a self-important air and he waves Nate to the door.] Let us depart! The journey may be treacherous, but the spoils! The spoils will be well worth it!
( not that nate is one to judge clothes [have you seen his mesh top and leather jacket look??] but when wade returns with what he's wearing, he can't help but question... a lot of things really. so many things. )
Anyone ever tell you you're sort of weird?
( rhetorical question, really, but. he goes ahead and follows the other out. his life is in your hands, wade. )
No. [Wade deadpans. He stares at him blankly from his spot at the open door.] Literally, no one has ever said that to me before.
[He leans toward him when he gets closer.] Maybe you're the weird one.
[And then they are off!] There's a good taco place not far from here. Ooh and we could get margaritas. [He gives him a once over suddenly.] How old are you?
( he could be. given the fact that he was made to be a weapon of war and didn't have the sort of childhood a normal kid should have. he doesn't even know his parents. just knows about them. so yeah, maybe he is.
the question, however, gets him to roll his eyes. )
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he lingers a little as wade goes and turns the stove on β gets said pizza out of the fridge. he's not all that sure what to do with himself β what to do with all this downtime for once. )
How long have known ( my father. ) Scott?
( maybe he'll just go with that. )
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And I've known another him a little longer too, sort of. The Scott from my universe doesn't really talk to me. Most of the X-men avoid me like the plague. Everyone except Colossus, NTW, and Yukio.
[Hi, Yukio!]
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( the x-men led by magneto and rogue, right??? )
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How was I supposed to know that it would flare up Beast's IBS? That man can absolutely wreck a toilet, goddamn!
[He pulls out a tray and sets four slices on it before popping it in the oven to heat up, noting.] Too many people toss their cold pizza in the microwave to heat it up. Fucking animals, honestly. You lose all the crispiness that way.
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( he doesn't strike him as the cold-blooded murderer type who slaughters innocents and kills just for fun and he's not about to go back into his head to verify that, so. he goes on a hunch there with that, watching as wade stuffs the tray in the oven. )
Other than that, I'd guess it's your chaotic energy that they have a problem with.
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Mm... yeah. I am pretty chaotic. So that's probably a factor. [And his penchant for trying to wear Jean's outfits.] But Cable and Domino can stand me. Mostly. So I guess that's something.
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that name though. he tucks it away for the moment. )
I heard you and him are a bit of a thing.
( scott may have said something. )
That true? Guessing you don't shove your dick in just anyone's face.
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We're more a thing in Scott's universe. But there's been a little behind-the-scenes action. [Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.] After we stopped trying to kill each other... and he sacrificed his ability to go back home to save my life.
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( again with the sarcasm albeit a little more gentle rather than sharp.
letting himself lean back against the counter there, fingers grip under the edge of it, nate taking a moment to look around the place. )
It's so... different. Being in a kitchen like this.
( he says then. so genuine in the way he does, blue eyes trailing his gaze around. )
I remember things like this but... they never worked or were pretty much destroyed. To find a light on in a room was almost rare. A luxury when we did find it. But here? Here there's so much of it. So much that isn't destroyed.
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[He's well aware that Nate is being sarcastic. Wade peers in the oven at the pizza.] Should be warmed up enough. [Grabbing an oven mitt he pulls out the tray before getting them some plates.]
So you're from a dystopian shit hole like Cable too, huh? None of you can catch a break.
[He hands Nate a plate with two slices of warmed-up pizza.] This place sucks giant donkey dicks, but at least there are some good things. Come on, enjoy the pinnacle of fine dining in the 20th and 21st century with me, eh? Pizza on a paper plate.
Muah! [Chef's kiss!]
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the verdict? not bad. in fact, he even smiles a bit. imagine that. he can smile. )
You eat this a lot?
( even as he asks, he might be... shoveling that entire slice into his mouth. followed by the other. seems he was hungry. quite hungry. )
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I do. Pizza. Tacos. Taco Pizza. Waffles. Pancakes. Ice Cream. Cookies. Chicken Nuggets. Oh! Mac & Cheese! That's good too. [Wade does not have the most balanced diet clearly.]
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either way, when the other slice is added, he shoves that in his mouth too and then looks up to wade curiously. )
They have all of that here?
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They do! Say... [He leans in conspiratorily.] Wanna go on an adventure?
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Guess it depends on the adventure.
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An adventure for tacos, and then cookies, and then ice cream, and then whatever else you feel like eating. [An adventure to potentially make Nate puke if they're not careful, but Wade isn't letting that kind of negative thinking in!]
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You're not trying to kill me, right?
( look at him being funny. )
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Hang tight, I'm gonna put on some pants.
[Wade heads to his room to toss on some sweatpants and a Power Rangers t-shirt before coming back out to the main room and sliding on his rainbow crocs. He takes on a self-important air and he waves Nate to the door.] Let us depart! The journey may be treacherous, but the spoils! The spoils will be well worth it!
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Anyone ever tell you you're sort of weird?
( rhetorical question, really, but. he goes ahead and follows the other out. his life is in your hands, wade. )
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[He leans toward him when he gets closer.] Maybe you're the weird one.
[And then they are off!] There's a good taco place not far from here. Ooh and we could get margaritas. [He gives him a once over suddenly.] How old are you?
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the question, however, gets him to roll his eyes. )
Old enough to be here.
( said dryly, following along. )
Eighteen. ( he clarifies then. ) How old are you?
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[Nate may be weird, but Wade is certainly the weird one of the two of them.]
I'm... 41. Or at least that's how old Ryan Reynolds was in my second movie.
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You sure? You don't really seem to act like it.
( just saying and all. )
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[Also an idiot.]
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( because nate finds it frustrating being here. being trapped here with so many others. )
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