"I am sorry to disappoint you . . . . . . but I am stronger than I look!" #DCRP#TITANSRP Adult Writers Only. Crossovers Welcome. Selective Ships.
ALT: a close up of a cartoon character with green eyes making a funny face
His mask creases briefly as he smiles, heels knocking contently against concrete. "Wow, I mostly understood that— that's awesome, buddy! Knew you could big brain your way through it." He nudges him encouragingly. "You ever need a test guy, you know what I'm about."
The masculine urge to kick my big clunky-booted feet when I sit.
+as shitty as his whole fucking experience has taught him; that this special boy was gonna fulfill his weirdo science dreams and make the world a better place.
+offers another solution. "What about your science project? That going okay?" Something that always seem to light his less-morally-dingy friend up was spewing various words he didn't understand or care to learn. But he cares, so.. that's nice to see. Gives him that warm fuzzy that the world isn't+
He nods slowly. Spidey's probably right; usually right... Wade doesn't get a lot of things. Still, the way his red-clad shoulders sagged like that make his brain hurt. [That might just be the extra tumors, though.] With a quick (and a little alarmingly rough) smack to the side of his head, DP+
Overrated, to be honest. The action speaks for itself, right, Spidey?
Doesn't the little guy have enough cancer?
"I got a mark, you in?" He grinned passively, the insults running off of him like water off a duck's back. "Or are we still selling vans to nice soccer moms to make rent?"
"Oooh! Spicy—" He let's go of the skewered skillet and does a flourishing bow with the colander. But Logan's eyes are shut. He groans. "Why do you never look at me during?" He asks, incredulous.