Call me Patch

You have a suspicion that one of your patrons is card counting. She’s winning pretty much every hand of black jack.

Am I? I don’t think I am…

Uh..

Ohhh. Well, you can have them in that case. I already have all the money I could want. I’d not mind going to a different game, I don’t want any more money.

Well, if ya ain't interested in winning money, I'd still recommend keepin them to keep playing, some games ya gotta buy in to play, so ya could use yer chips to play more games, and ya could definitely mess with the high rollers if ya take their chips away from them.

Oo that sounds fun. *Alice sits at the table and buys into the high stakes holdem game. She is dealt two aces. Simply checks it through and the River is a pair of aces and a king.*

*he chuckles at her hand, not believing her luck to start the game*

*he chuckles, covering it with the back of his hand*

You have a suspicion that one of your patrons is card counting. She’s winning pretty much every hand of black jack.

Am I? I don’t think I am…

Uh..

Ohhh. Well, you can have them in that case. I already have all the money I could want. I’d not mind going to a different game, I don’t want any more money.

Well, if ya ain't interested in winning money, I'd still recommend keepin them to keep playing, some games ya gotta buy in to play, so ya could use yer chips to play more games, and ya could definitely mess with the high rollers if ya take their chips away from them.

Oo that sounds fun. *Alice sits at the table and buys into the high stakes holdem game. She is dealt two aces. Simply checks it through and the River is a pair of aces and a king.*

*he chuckles at her hand, not believing her luck to start the game*

*he chuckles, covering it with the back of his hand*

hiya patch 😘

Not at the moment. Sometimes other mercs used to get pissed at me so they’d wanna rough me up a bit which wasn’t really a safety risk. It just kept interrupting my already terrible sleep. I hardly stay there anymore anyways coz I’m staying with a variant of mine.

Ya can tell me once we're inside then.

Yeah, I mean I probably could but it’s complicated and I just wanna make out with you more. *He smiles as he steps out of the elevator and looks at the door.*

Yeah that's my place.

That sounds good to me.

*he opens the door to a large living room with a massive TV and large comfortable looking white couch and a full mini bar to the side of the room*

*He walks in and looks around and wolf whistles.*

*he chuckles and walks in, closing his door behind him*

Mhmm, nice tasting stuff is way more expensive. That why you got a casino? To afford alcohol?

Hah, of course, that's my whole reason for ownin it.

*Once Patch sits down next to him, he climbs up onto his lap and leans against his chest.*

*he wraps an arm around him and leans back comfortably*

Nah, I think it just means you got good humour. They’re the ones being stupid for gambling so might as well get some laughs out of it.

They are pretty stupid that's true.

Nope, just for you.

Well I don't often sleep on my bed, usually I stay at the casino all night but, I suppose we could cuddle on there if ya prefer.

Bed sounds good. *He says quickly, almost stumbling over his words. He takes a breath and collects himself.*

Oh yeah? Like a handsome princess? *He chuckles, standing up slowly and putting his arm under the back of his legs and behind his back, holding him bridal style in his arms*

Yep, that is exactly what I am. *He says happily before kissing Patch on the nose. He kicks his feet a little as Patch carries him to the bedroom.*

Of course my handsom' princess. *He carries Deadpool to his bedroom, it's a large room that looks almost like a fancy hotel room because it doesn't feel lived in at all, except a stack of poker chips and a half dead plant on the fancy desk*

*Wheelie giggles and looks around, his jaw dropping.* Woahhhhh, this is fancy as fuck. My bedroom that isn’t too lived in still looks like a pig stye. My bedroom at WW’s looks like a five year olds bedroom. *He says without thinking about how it sounds.*

Rich enough to have a comfy bed that's strong enough to actually let me lie down some nights when I remember to sleep. *He chuckles, sitting on the side of the bed and looking at him*

Mhmm, that sounds like a good kind of rich.

Hmmm... I hadn't thought about it red, I don't have too many visitors, specially non as handsome as yerself.

*He giggles at all the touching and then promptly hops onto Patch’s lap.*

I think I have an idea of what that could be.. *he puts a hand on the back of his neck and the other on his waist, leaning in and kissing him*

I also have an idea. Do you think we have the sa- *He gets cut off by Patch kissing him which he isn’t upset about. He kisses him back and then pulls back.*

*He giggles some more before huffing.*

Not the innocent spoonin' type, eh? *He smirks a little* I think we may have similar ideas then red.

Yeah? What’s your idea? *He giggles.*

My idea involves sleepin together too, possibly with a change of clothes or somethin.

That sounds like a good idea. I gonna need help taking my suit off though otherwise it takes foreverrrrrr.

I can give ya a hand, if you show me where I need to touch, I ain't never worked with a suit like this before

*He wriggles out from under him and then sits cross legged on the bed. He’s so bad at the whole effortlessly sexy thing.*

*he moves further onto the bed, kneeling behind him and hesitating a second before putting his hands on his back with a small smile, it has been a while since any of this, especially with someone cute like this deadpool, he undoes the buckle slowly and holds the zipper, pulling it down half way*

*He nods and turns his head to look at Patch, smiling the whole time. When Patch put his hands on his back, it felt like there was sparks going off in his tummy and he giggled softly.*

*he pulls the zip down the rest of the way and traces his fingertips over the exposed skin in awe, finding the strange skin texture nice feeling and attractive*

hiya patch 😘

Not at the moment. Sometimes other mercs used to get pissed at me so they’d wanna rough me up a bit which wasn’t really a safety risk. It just kept interrupting my already terrible sleep. I hardly stay there anymore anyways coz I’m staying with a variant of mine.

Ya can tell me once we're inside then.

Yeah, I mean I probably could but it’s complicated and I just wanna make out with you more. *He smiles as he steps out of the elevator and looks at the door.*

Yeah that's my place.

That sounds good to me.

*he opens the door to a large living room with a massive TV and large comfortable looking white couch and a full mini bar to the side of the room*

*He walks in and looks around and wolf whistles.*

*he chuckles and walks in, closing his door behind him*

Mhmm, nice tasting stuff is way more expensive. That why you got a casino? To afford alcohol?

Hah, of course, that's my whole reason for ownin it.

*Once Patch sits down next to him, he climbs up onto his lap and leans against his chest.*

*he wraps an arm around him and leans back comfortably*

Nah, I think it just means you got good humour. They’re the ones being stupid for gambling so might as well get some laughs out of it.

They are pretty stupid that's true.

Nope, just for you.

Well I don't often sleep on my bed, usually I stay at the casino all night but, I suppose we could cuddle on there if ya prefer.

Bed sounds good. *He says quickly, almost stumbling over his words. He takes a breath and collects himself.*

Oh yeah? Like a handsome princess? *He chuckles, standing up slowly and putting his arm under the back of his legs and behind his back, holding him bridal style in his arms*

Yep, that is exactly what I am. *He says happily before kissing Patch on the nose. He kicks his feet a little as Patch carries him to the bedroom.*

Of course my handsom' princess. *He carries Deadpool to his bedroom, it's a large room that looks almost like a fancy hotel room because it doesn't feel lived in at all, except a stack of poker chips and a half dead plant on the fancy desk*

*Wheelie giggles and looks around, his jaw dropping.* Woahhhhh, this is fancy as fuck. My bedroom that isn’t too lived in still looks like a pig stye. My bedroom at WW’s looks like a five year olds bedroom. *He says without thinking about how it sounds.*

Rich enough to have a comfy bed that's strong enough to actually let me lie down some nights when I remember to sleep. *He chuckles, sitting on the side of the bed and looking at him*

Mhmm, that sounds like a good kind of rich.

Hmmm... I hadn't thought about it red, I don't have too many visitors, specially non as handsome as yerself.

*He giggles at all the touching and then promptly hops onto Patch’s lap.*

I think I have an idea of what that could be.. *he puts a hand on the back of his neck and the other on his waist, leaning in and kissing him*

I also have an idea. Do you think we have the sa- *He gets cut off by Patch kissing him which he isn’t upset about. He kisses him back and then pulls back.*

*He giggles some more before huffing.*

Not the innocent spoonin' type, eh? *He smirks a little* I think we may have similar ideas then red.

Yeah? What’s your idea? *He giggles.*

My idea involves sleepin together too, possibly with a change of clothes or somethin.

That sounds like a good idea. I gonna need help taking my suit off though otherwise it takes foreverrrrrr.

I can give ya a hand, if you show me where I need to touch, I ain't never worked with a suit like this before

*He wriggles out from under him and then sits cross legged on the bed. He’s so bad at the whole effortlessly sexy thing.*

*he moves further onto the bed, kneeling behind him and hesitating a second before putting his hands on his back with a small smile, it has been a while since any of this, especially with someone cute like this deadpool, he undoes the buckle slowly and holds the zipper, pulling it down half way*

hiya patch 😘

Not at the moment. Sometimes other mercs used to get pissed at me so they’d wanna rough me up a bit which wasn’t really a safety risk. It just kept interrupting my already terrible sleep. I hardly stay there anymore anyways coz I’m staying with a variant of mine.

Ya can tell me once we're inside then.

Yeah, I mean I probably could but it’s complicated and I just wanna make out with you more. *He smiles as he steps out of the elevator and looks at the door.*

Yeah that's my place.

That sounds good to me.

*he opens the door to a large living room with a massive TV and large comfortable looking white couch and a full mini bar to the side of the room*

*He walks in and looks around and wolf whistles.*

*he chuckles and walks in, closing his door behind him*

Mhmm, nice tasting stuff is way more expensive. That why you got a casino? To afford alcohol?

Hah, of course, that's my whole reason for ownin it.

*Once Patch sits down next to him, he climbs up onto his lap and leans against his chest.*

*he wraps an arm around him and leans back comfortably*

Nah, I think it just means you got good humour. They’re the ones being stupid for gambling so might as well get some laughs out of it.

They are pretty stupid that's true.

Nope, just for you.

Well I don't often sleep on my bed, usually I stay at the casino all night but, I suppose we could cuddle on there if ya prefer.

Bed sounds good. *He says quickly, almost stumbling over his words. He takes a breath and collects himself.*

Oh yeah? Like a handsome princess? *He chuckles, standing up slowly and putting his arm under the back of his legs and behind his back, holding him bridal style in his arms*

Yep, that is exactly what I am. *He says happily before kissing Patch on the nose. He kicks his feet a little as Patch carries him to the bedroom.*

Of course my handsom' princess. *He carries Deadpool to his bedroom, it's a large room that looks almost like a fancy hotel room because it doesn't feel lived in at all, except a stack of poker chips and a half dead plant on the fancy desk*

*Wheelie giggles and looks around, his jaw dropping.* Woahhhhh, this is fancy as fuck. My bedroom that isn’t too lived in still looks like a pig stye. My bedroom at WW’s looks like a five year olds bedroom. *He says without thinking about how it sounds.*

Rich enough to have a comfy bed that's strong enough to actually let me lie down some nights when I remember to sleep. *He chuckles, sitting on the side of the bed and looking at him*

Mhmm, that sounds like a good kind of rich.

Hmmm... I hadn't thought about it red, I don't have too many visitors, specially non as handsome as yerself.

*He giggles at all the touching and then promptly hops onto Patch’s lap.*

I think I have an idea of what that could be.. *he puts a hand on the back of his neck and the other on his waist, leaning in and kissing him*

I also have an idea. Do you think we have the sa- *He gets cut off by Patch kissing him which he isn’t upset about. He kisses him back and then pulls back.*

*He giggles some more before huffing.*

Not the innocent spoonin' type, eh? *He smirks a little* I think we may have similar ideas then red.

Yeah? What’s your idea? *He giggles.*

My idea involves sleepin together too, possibly with a change of clothes or somethin.

That sounds like a good idea. I gonna need help taking my suit off though otherwise it takes foreverrrrrr.

I can give ya a hand, if you show me where I need to touch, I ain't never worked with a suit like this before

hiya patch 😘

Not at the moment. Sometimes other mercs used to get pissed at me so they’d wanna rough me up a bit which wasn’t really a safety risk. It just kept interrupting my already terrible sleep. I hardly stay there anymore anyways coz I’m staying with a variant of mine.

Ya can tell me once we're inside then.

Yeah, I mean I probably could but it’s complicated and I just wanna make out with you more. *He smiles as he steps out of the elevator and looks at the door.*

Yeah that's my place.

That sounds good to me.

*he opens the door to a large living room with a massive TV and large comfortable looking white couch and a full mini bar to the side of the room*

*He walks in and looks around and wolf whistles.*

*he chuckles and walks in, closing his door behind him*

Mhmm, nice tasting stuff is way more expensive. That why you got a casino? To afford alcohol?

Hah, of course, that's my whole reason for ownin it.

*Once Patch sits down next to him, he climbs up onto his lap and leans against his chest.*

*he wraps an arm around him and leans back comfortably*

Nah, I think it just means you got good humour. They’re the ones being stupid for gambling so might as well get some laughs out of it.

They are pretty stupid that's true.

Nope, just for you.

Well I don't often sleep on my bed, usually I stay at the casino all night but, I suppose we could cuddle on there if ya prefer.

Bed sounds good. *He says quickly, almost stumbling over his words. He takes a breath and collects himself.*

Oh yeah? Like a handsome princess? *He chuckles, standing up slowly and putting his arm under the back of his legs and behind his back, holding him bridal style in his arms*

Yep, that is exactly what I am. *He says happily before kissing Patch on the nose. He kicks his feet a little as Patch carries him to the bedroom.*

Of course my handsom' princess. *He carries Deadpool to his bedroom, it's a large room that looks almost like a fancy hotel room because it doesn't feel lived in at all, except a stack of poker chips and a half dead plant on the fancy desk*

*Wheelie giggles and looks around, his jaw dropping.* Woahhhhh, this is fancy as fuck. My bedroom that isn’t too lived in still looks like a pig stye. My bedroom at WW’s looks like a five year olds bedroom. *He says without thinking about how it sounds.*

Rich enough to have a comfy bed that's strong enough to actually let me lie down some nights when I remember to sleep. *He chuckles, sitting on the side of the bed and looking at him*

Mhmm, that sounds like a good kind of rich.

Hmmm... I hadn't thought about it red, I don't have too many visitors, specially non as handsome as yerself.

*He giggles at all the touching and then promptly hops onto Patch’s lap.*

I think I have an idea of what that could be.. *he puts a hand on the back of his neck and the other on his waist, leaning in and kissing him*

I also have an idea. Do you think we have the sa- *He gets cut off by Patch kissing him which he isn’t upset about. He kisses him back and then pulls back.*

*He giggles some more before huffing.*

Not the innocent spoonin' type, eh? *He smirks a little* I think we may have similar ideas then red.

Yeah? What’s your idea? *He giggles.*

My idea involves sleepin together too, possibly with a change of clothes or somethin.

hiya patch 😘

Not at the moment. Sometimes other mercs used to get pissed at me so they’d wanna rough me up a bit which wasn’t really a safety risk. It just kept interrupting my already terrible sleep. I hardly stay there anymore anyways coz I’m staying with a variant of mine.

Ya can tell me once we're inside then.

Yeah, I mean I probably could but it’s complicated and I just wanna make out with you more. *He smiles as he steps out of the elevator and looks at the door.*

Yeah that's my place.

That sounds good to me.

*he opens the door to a large living room with a massive TV and large comfortable looking white couch and a full mini bar to the side of the room*

*He walks in and looks around and wolf whistles.*

*he chuckles and walks in, closing his door behind him*

Mhmm, nice tasting stuff is way more expensive. That why you got a casino? To afford alcohol?

Hah, of course, that's my whole reason for ownin it.

*Once Patch sits down next to him, he climbs up onto his lap and leans against his chest.*

*he wraps an arm around him and leans back comfortably*

Nah, I think it just means you got good humour. They’re the ones being stupid for gambling so might as well get some laughs out of it.

They are pretty stupid that's true.

Nope, just for you.

Well I don't often sleep on my bed, usually I stay at the casino all night but, I suppose we could cuddle on there if ya prefer.

Bed sounds good. *He says quickly, almost stumbling over his words. He takes a breath and collects himself.*

Oh yeah? Like a handsome princess? *He chuckles, standing up slowly and putting his arm under the back of his legs and behind his back, holding him bridal style in his arms*

Yep, that is exactly what I am. *He says happily before kissing Patch on the nose. He kicks his feet a little as Patch carries him to the bedroom.*

Of course my handsom' princess. *He carries Deadpool to his bedroom, it's a large room that looks almost like a fancy hotel room because it doesn't feel lived in at all, except a stack of poker chips and a half dead plant on the fancy desk*

*Wheelie giggles and looks around, his jaw dropping.* Woahhhhh, this is fancy as fuck. My bedroom that isn’t too lived in still looks like a pig stye. My bedroom at WW’s looks like a five year olds bedroom. *He says without thinking about how it sounds.*

Rich enough to have a comfy bed that's strong enough to actually let me lie down some nights when I remember to sleep. *He chuckles, sitting on the side of the bed and looking at him*

Mhmm, that sounds like a good kind of rich.

Hmmm... I hadn't thought about it red, I don't have too many visitors, specially non as handsome as yerself.

*He giggles at all the touching and then promptly hops onto Patch’s lap.*

I think I have an idea of what that could be.. *he puts a hand on the back of his neck and the other on his waist, leaning in and kissing him*

I also have an idea. Do you think we have the sa- *He gets cut off by Patch kissing him which he isn’t upset about. He kisses him back and then pulls back.*

*He giggles some more before huffing.*

Not the innocent spoonin' type, eh? *He smirks a little* I think we may have similar ideas then red.

hiya patch 😘

Not at the moment. Sometimes other mercs used to get pissed at me so they’d wanna rough me up a bit which wasn’t really a safety risk. It just kept interrupting my already terrible sleep. I hardly stay there anymore anyways coz I’m staying with a variant of mine.

Ya can tell me once we're inside then.

Yeah, I mean I probably could but it’s complicated and I just wanna make out with you more. *He smiles as he steps out of the elevator and looks at the door.*

Yeah that's my place.

That sounds good to me.

*he opens the door to a large living room with a massive TV and large comfortable looking white couch and a full mini bar to the side of the room*

*He walks in and looks around and wolf whistles.*

*he chuckles and walks in, closing his door behind him*

Mhmm, nice tasting stuff is way more expensive. That why you got a casino? To afford alcohol?

Hah, of course, that's my whole reason for ownin it.

*Once Patch sits down next to him, he climbs up onto his lap and leans against his chest.*

*he wraps an arm around him and leans back comfortably*

Nah, I think it just means you got good humour. They’re the ones being stupid for gambling so might as well get some laughs out of it.

They are pretty stupid that's true.

Nope, just for you.

Well I don't often sleep on my bed, usually I stay at the casino all night but, I suppose we could cuddle on there if ya prefer.

Bed sounds good. *He says quickly, almost stumbling over his words. He takes a breath and collects himself.*

Oh yeah? Like a handsome princess? *He chuckles, standing up slowly and putting his arm under the back of his legs and behind his back, holding him bridal style in his arms*

Yep, that is exactly what I am. *He says happily before kissing Patch on the nose. He kicks his feet a little as Patch carries him to the bedroom.*

Of course my handsom' princess. *He carries Deadpool to his bedroom, it's a large room that looks almost like a fancy hotel room because it doesn't feel lived in at all, except a stack of poker chips and a half dead plant on the fancy desk*

*Wheelie giggles and looks around, his jaw dropping.* Woahhhhh, this is fancy as fuck. My bedroom that isn’t too lived in still looks like a pig stye. My bedroom at WW’s looks like a five year olds bedroom. *He says without thinking about how it sounds.*

Rich enough to have a comfy bed that's strong enough to actually let me lie down some nights when I remember to sleep. *He chuckles, sitting on the side of the bed and looking at him*

Mhmm, that sounds like a good kind of rich.

Hmmm... I hadn't thought about it red, I don't have too many visitors, specially non as handsome as yerself.

*He giggles at all the touching and then promptly hops onto Patch’s lap.*

I think I have an idea of what that could be.. *he puts a hand on the back of his neck and the other on his waist, leaning in and kissing him*

I also have an idea. Do you think we have the sa- *He gets cut off by Patch kissing him which he isn’t upset about. He kisses him back and then pulls back.*

hiya patch 😘

Not at the moment. Sometimes other mercs used to get pissed at me so they’d wanna rough me up a bit which wasn’t really a safety risk. It just kept interrupting my already terrible sleep. I hardly stay there anymore anyways coz I’m staying with a variant of mine.

Ya can tell me once we're inside then.

Yeah, I mean I probably could but it’s complicated and I just wanna make out with you more. *He smiles as he steps out of the elevator and looks at the door.*

Yeah that's my place.

That sounds good to me.

*he opens the door to a large living room with a massive TV and large comfortable looking white couch and a full mini bar to the side of the room*

*He walks in and looks around and wolf whistles.*

*he chuckles and walks in, closing his door behind him*

Mhmm, nice tasting stuff is way more expensive. That why you got a casino? To afford alcohol?

Hah, of course, that's my whole reason for ownin it.

*Once Patch sits down next to him, he climbs up onto his lap and leans against his chest.*

*he wraps an arm around him and leans back comfortably*

Nah, I think it just means you got good humour. They’re the ones being stupid for gambling so might as well get some laughs out of it.

They are pretty stupid that's true.

Nope, just for you.

Well I don't often sleep on my bed, usually I stay at the casino all night but, I suppose we could cuddle on there if ya prefer.

Bed sounds good. *He says quickly, almost stumbling over his words. He takes a breath and collects himself.*

Oh yeah? Like a handsome princess? *He chuckles, standing up slowly and putting his arm under the back of his legs and behind his back, holding him bridal style in his arms*

Yep, that is exactly what I am. *He says happily before kissing Patch on the nose. He kicks his feet a little as Patch carries him to the bedroom.*

Of course my handsom' princess. *He carries Deadpool to his bedroom, it's a large room that looks almost like a fancy hotel room because it doesn't feel lived in at all, except a stack of poker chips and a half dead plant on the fancy desk*

*Wheelie giggles and looks around, his jaw dropping.* Woahhhhh, this is fancy as fuck. My bedroom that isn’t too lived in still looks like a pig stye. My bedroom at WW’s looks like a five year olds bedroom. *He says without thinking about how it sounds.*

Rich enough to have a comfy bed that's strong enough to actually let me lie down some nights when I remember to sleep. *He chuckles, sitting on the side of the bed and looking at him*

Mhmm, that sounds like a good kind of rich.

Hmmm... I hadn't thought about it red, I don't have too many visitors, specially non as handsome as yerself.

*He giggles at all the touching and then promptly hops onto Patch’s lap.*

I think I have an idea of what that could be.. *he puts a hand on the back of his neck and the other on his waist, leaning in and kissing him*

I also have an idea. Do you think we have the sa- *He gets cut off by Patch kissing him which he isn’t upset about. He kisses him back and then pulls back.*

hiya patch 😘

Not at the moment. Sometimes other mercs used to get pissed at me so they’d wanna rough me up a bit which wasn’t really a safety risk. It just kept interrupting my already terrible sleep. I hardly stay there anymore anyways coz I’m staying with a variant of mine.

Ya can tell me once we're inside then.

Yeah, I mean I probably could but it’s complicated and I just wanna make out with you more. *He smiles as he steps out of the elevator and looks at the door.*

Yeah that's my place.

That sounds good to me.

*he opens the door to a large living room with a massive TV and large comfortable looking white couch and a full mini bar to the side of the room*

*He walks in and looks around and wolf whistles.*

*he chuckles and walks in, closing his door behind him*

Mhmm, nice tasting stuff is way more expensive. That why you got a casino? To afford alcohol?

Hah, of course, that's my whole reason for ownin it.

*Once Patch sits down next to him, he climbs up onto his lap and leans against his chest.*

*he wraps an arm around him and leans back comfortably*

Nah, I think it just means you got good humour. They’re the ones being stupid for gambling so might as well get some laughs out of it.

They are pretty stupid that's true.

Nope, just for you.

Well I don't often sleep on my bed, usually I stay at the casino all night but, I suppose we could cuddle on there if ya prefer.

Bed sounds good. *He says quickly, almost stumbling over his words. He takes a breath and collects himself.*

Oh yeah? Like a handsome princess? *He chuckles, standing up slowly and putting his arm under the back of his legs and behind his back, holding him bridal style in his arms*

Yep, that is exactly what I am. *He says happily before kissing Patch on the nose. He kicks his feet a little as Patch carries him to the bedroom.*

Of course my handsom' princess. *He carries Deadpool to his bedroom, it's a large room that looks almost like a fancy hotel room because it doesn't feel lived in at all, except a stack of poker chips and a half dead plant on the fancy desk*

*Wheelie giggles and looks around, his jaw dropping.* Woahhhhh, this is fancy as fuck. My bedroom that isn’t too lived in still looks like a pig stye. My bedroom at WW’s looks like a five year olds bedroom. *He says without thinking about how it sounds.*

Rich enough to have a comfy bed that's strong enough to actually let me lie down some nights when I remember to sleep. *He chuckles, sitting on the side of the bed and looking at him*

Mhmm, that sounds like a good kind of rich.

Hmmm... I hadn't thought about it red, I don't have too many visitors, specially non as handsome as yerself.

*He giggles at all the touching and then promptly hops onto Patch’s lap.*

I think I have an idea of what that could be.. *he puts a hand on the back of his neck and the other on his waist, leaning in and kissing him*

hiya patch 😘

Not at the moment. Sometimes other mercs used to get pissed at me so they’d wanna rough me up a bit which wasn’t really a safety risk. It just kept interrupting my already terrible sleep. I hardly stay there anymore anyways coz I’m staying with a variant of mine.

Ya can tell me once we're inside then.

Yeah, I mean I probably could but it’s complicated and I just wanna make out with you more. *He smiles as he steps out of the elevator and looks at the door.*

Yeah that's my place.

That sounds good to me.

*he opens the door to a large living room with a massive TV and large comfortable looking white couch and a full mini bar to the side of the room*

*He walks in and looks around and wolf whistles.*

*he chuckles and walks in, closing his door behind him*

Mhmm, nice tasting stuff is way more expensive. That why you got a casino? To afford alcohol?

Hah, of course, that's my whole reason for ownin it.

*Once Patch sits down next to him, he climbs up onto his lap and leans against his chest.*

*he wraps an arm around him and leans back comfortably*

Nah, I think it just means you got good humour. They’re the ones being stupid for gambling so might as well get some laughs out of it.

They are pretty stupid that's true.

Nope, just for you.

Well I don't often sleep on my bed, usually I stay at the casino all night but, I suppose we could cuddle on there if ya prefer.

Bed sounds good. *He says quickly, almost stumbling over his words. He takes a breath and collects himself.*

Oh yeah? Like a handsome princess? *He chuckles, standing up slowly and putting his arm under the back of his legs and behind his back, holding him bridal style in his arms*

Yep, that is exactly what I am. *He says happily before kissing Patch on the nose. He kicks his feet a little as Patch carries him to the bedroom.*

Of course my handsom' princess. *He carries Deadpool to his bedroom, it's a large room that looks almost like a fancy hotel room because it doesn't feel lived in at all, except a stack of poker chips and a half dead plant on the fancy desk*

*Wheelie giggles and looks around, his jaw dropping.* Woahhhhh, this is fancy as fuck. My bedroom that isn’t too lived in still looks like a pig stye. My bedroom at WW’s looks like a five year olds bedroom. *He says without thinking about how it sounds.*

Rich enough to have a comfy bed that's strong enough to actually let me lie down some nights when I remember to sleep. *He chuckles, sitting on the side of the bed and looking at him*

Mhmm, that sounds like a good kind of rich.

Hmmm... I hadn't thought about it red, I don't have too many visitors, specially non as handsome as yerself.

hiya patch 😘

Not at the moment. Sometimes other mercs used to get pissed at me so they’d wanna rough me up a bit which wasn’t really a safety risk. It just kept interrupting my already terrible sleep. I hardly stay there anymore anyways coz I’m staying with a variant of mine.

Ya can tell me once we're inside then.

Yeah, I mean I probably could but it’s complicated and I just wanna make out with you more. *He smiles as he steps out of the elevator and looks at the door.*

Yeah that's my place.

That sounds good to me.

*he opens the door to a large living room with a massive TV and large comfortable looking white couch and a full mini bar to the side of the room*

*He walks in and looks around and wolf whistles.*

*he chuckles and walks in, closing his door behind him*

Mhmm, nice tasting stuff is way more expensive. That why you got a casino? To afford alcohol?

Hah, of course, that's my whole reason for ownin it.

*Once Patch sits down next to him, he climbs up onto his lap and leans against his chest.*

*he wraps an arm around him and leans back comfortably*

Nah, I think it just means you got good humour. They’re the ones being stupid for gambling so might as well get some laughs out of it.

They are pretty stupid that's true.

Nope, just for you.

Well I don't often sleep on my bed, usually I stay at the casino all night but, I suppose we could cuddle on there if ya prefer.

Bed sounds good. *He says quickly, almost stumbling over his words. He takes a breath and collects himself.*

Oh yeah? Like a handsome princess? *He chuckles, standing up slowly and putting his arm under the back of his legs and behind his back, holding him bridal style in his arms*

Yep, that is exactly what I am. *He says happily before kissing Patch on the nose. He kicks his feet a little as Patch carries him to the bedroom.*

Of course my handsom' princess. *He carries Deadpool to his bedroom, it's a large room that looks almost like a fancy hotel room because it doesn't feel lived in at all, except a stack of poker chips and a half dead plant on the fancy desk*

*Wheelie giggles and looks around, his jaw dropping.* Woahhhhh, this is fancy as fuck. My bedroom that isn’t too lived in still looks like a pig stye. My bedroom at WW’s looks like a five year olds bedroom. *He says without thinking about how it sounds.*

Rich enough to have a comfy bed that's strong enough to actually let me lie down some nights when I remember to sleep. *He chuckles, sitting on the side of the bed and looking at him*

hiya patch 😘

Not at the moment. Sometimes other mercs used to get pissed at me so they’d wanna rough me up a bit which wasn’t really a safety risk. It just kept interrupting my already terrible sleep. I hardly stay there anymore anyways coz I’m staying with a variant of mine.

Ya can tell me once we're inside then.

Yeah, I mean I probably could but it’s complicated and I just wanna make out with you more. *He smiles as he steps out of the elevator and looks at the door.*

Yeah that's my place.

That sounds good to me.

*he opens the door to a large living room with a massive TV and large comfortable looking white couch and a full mini bar to the side of the room*

*He walks in and looks around and wolf whistles.*

*he chuckles and walks in, closing his door behind him*

Mhmm, nice tasting stuff is way more expensive. That why you got a casino? To afford alcohol?

Hah, of course, that's my whole reason for ownin it.

*Once Patch sits down next to him, he climbs up onto his lap and leans against his chest.*

*he wraps an arm around him and leans back comfortably*

Nah, I think it just means you got good humour. They’re the ones being stupid for gambling so might as well get some laughs out of it.

They are pretty stupid that's true.

Nope, just for you.

Well I don't often sleep on my bed, usually I stay at the casino all night but, I suppose we could cuddle on there if ya prefer.

Bed sounds good. *He says quickly, almost stumbling over his words. He takes a breath and collects himself.*

Oh yeah? Like a handsome princess? *He chuckles, standing up slowly and putting his arm under the back of his legs and behind his back, holding him bridal style in his arms*

Yep, that is exactly what I am. *He says happily before kissing Patch on the nose. He kicks his feet a little as Patch carries him to the bedroom.*

Of course my handsom' princess. *He carries Deadpool to his bedroom, it's a large room that looks almost like a fancy hotel room because it doesn't feel lived in at all, except a stack of poker chips and a half dead plant on the fancy desk*

hiya patch 😘

Not at the moment. Sometimes other mercs used to get pissed at me so they’d wanna rough me up a bit which wasn’t really a safety risk. It just kept interrupting my already terrible sleep. I hardly stay there anymore anyways coz I’m staying with a variant of mine.

Ya can tell me once we're inside then.

Yeah, I mean I probably could but it’s complicated and I just wanna make out with you more. *He smiles as he steps out of the elevator and looks at the door.*

Yeah that's my place.

That sounds good to me.

*he opens the door to a large living room with a massive TV and large comfortable looking white couch and a full mini bar to the side of the room*

*He walks in and looks around and wolf whistles.*