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[[What the hell was that?!]]
[[I’m gone five minutes and you do that?!]]
[[Where are we going? Why are we leaving?]]
[[What’s going through you're head?]]
Groaning Wade slumped down at the stupid booth, drank his stupid coffee, and nursed his stupid head. The people around him got up and moved away.
{{A string of suicide missions will do that to a guy.}}
Wade cut a dark expression in the direction of the white box, but other-wisely ignored it.
The next time he looked up it was with a start, and to almost familiar brown on brown features
[[Who in the ninth ring of hell…]]
“Hello Wade, it's been some time.” In front of Wade the person took a dainty sip of their coffee. The tension in the air had Wade sitting back in his chair, moving away without actively making himself do it.
“That's just always the case, huh?” Nearly growling the words, Wade shifted just so, and grabbed an easy accessible blade off his persons. A virtually unnoticeable action, even with those eyes trained on him.
The blade he produced however; and folded his hands neatly over wasn't so concealed. The people who had fill the seats of the previous occupants around him, all tensed and moved away as best they could. “I've got quite the bone to pick with you for that.” His boxes were sent into high alert. The person in front of him regarded the knife with polite interest.
“So you do.”
“But I want you to know this was never what I intended to happen.”
“I had always—“
“Now if that isn't the biggest load of bullshit I ever had the pleasure to shovel.” The person, if they could even be called that smiled gently at Wade. Which only proved to set him off more.
“You're unhappy?”
Wade snapped.
He flipped his blade up into his hand and slammed it down into the wooden table. The blade was lost right up until the hilt and his arm was definitely busted, but that could hardly matter when he was empathizing a point.
“Unhappy?! Oh no, no, no, you take me for a man who's lost everything he cared about. No you see I'm a man facing the very thing that has taken everything good in my life, away from me. I'm fucking seething.”
“Did I?”
“Shall we try again?”