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the-ol-canucklehead started following you

Hi, Logan!

Here comes trouble.

askwandaduh replied to your post: askwandaduh replied to your post: askwandaduh…

Come on I was just having a little fun. God take the stick out of your ass. Well in your case the claw.

-Snort.- Damn it.

Go away, that wasn’t funny.

askwandaduh replied to your post: askwandaduh replied to your post: Don’t be like…

Ooo~ I’m so scared of the midget.~

askwandaduh replied to your post: Don’t be like that. You know you love us Wilson’s. How have you been Lil’ Jimmy?

But I’m the hot one. I mean Wade’s face is still fucked up. *smirks patting him on the head*

-Hand swat.- Don’t touch me. -Grooooowl.-

merctresswithamouth asked: Don't be like that. You know you love us Wilson's. How have you been Lil' Jimmy?

Better when I didn’t have a Wilson in my sights.

askstardustreborn:

*Astrid perches on her seat like she holds perfect posture for a living, taking in the games lighting up various television screens and doing her best to ignore the dozen or so stares aimed in her direction. Despite the jacket and the escort, a petite blonde in a vintage frock doesn’t exactly fit in in these establishments.*

*When the food arrives, she tucks in with enthusiasm.*

-Just seeing the blonde tuck in as she was, especially with how she looked he could only guess what others were thinking. Still, he narrowed his gaze in their general direction.- Take a picture, it might last longer. -Focusing on his beer instead, he had only ordered the wings for her.- So you don’t remember a thing? -In a way, he could already find out a little more in regards to her. She did smell different, there had to be an explanation for it.-

(Source: the-ol-canucklehead)

askstardustreborn:

*huddles into the coat quite happily, even though it fits her tiny frame a bit like a tent* Works for me.

-Spying a bar to say the least, it didn’t look too ‘rough’. Considering the circumstances it was more of a higher end sports bar, even as he opened the door he felt awkward.- Yeah. S’pose this’ll do. -Keeping the door propped open for her, he rested a hand against the small of her back to help steer her toward the bar itself.- Yeah, we’ll take two beers and she’ll have ten chipotle wings. -Sitting, his own stool groaned considering his heavier weight. Still, she seemed comfortable enough despite her situation.-

(Source: the-ol-canucklehead)