Chimichangas!

Ancient tumblr user proverb  (via mercurieux)

Eyes snapping open, he viciously bites at their fingers, “No touchy!”

“I don’t feel wellllllllllll.” We’re poorly Poorly sick Wade flops onto the couch, pouting from behind his mask, despite feeling fine.  “I think I’m getting sick.” The boxes fake cough, the antihero waves them away lazily, before doing it himself. They could be helpful sometimes. “I’m allergic to cleaning, don’t make me do it.” 

“Wade, I am not apologizingto your katana.”

I want them to argue. I want them to be sad. I want them to worry. I want there to be tension. Because that’s what a relationship is. They can love each other, but that doesn’t mean they get along or are happy all the time. It’s perfectly normal for people to be sad and worried or fight. Them being happy and loving all the time just doesn’t feel right to me.

Eyes snapping open, he viciously bites at their fingers, “No touchy!”

A wave of fear washes over him. The last thing he remembered was being in the city, one of goblins grenades had.... Wade shakes his head not wanting to remember that. “I don't remember getting home. I die a lot but I always remember everything after I heal. Shit, what if the goblin knows where we live?” He reaches for a gun, “looks like someone is gonna have a bad time.”

“Wade, I am not apologizingto your katana.”

“"And to think, you wanted me to be unarmed!”

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“Can you not?!?”