wade perches his arms upon pete's desk, palms resting beneath his chin as he hums what sounds like a britney spears tune. his fingers tap masked cheeks as he tilts his head — where he came from? the gods only know. ❛ — i'm beginning to think you're ignoring my calls, petey, i'm hurt. ❜
There is a split second double-take on his part, brows furrowing slightly as his brain simply registers the sight he was seeing. He wasn’t sure which was weirder, the fact that Wade seemed to appear out of literal nowhere, the fact that he was laying on top of some work-in-progress upgrades that seemed oddly undisturbed, or the fact that he’d known him for YEARS and yet was still trying to apply some LOGIC into his actions.
‘‘ I lost my phone. ’’ Was he talking about the phone he still had, that he was currently holding, right that second, in his very right hand, mayhaps. ‘‘ Total technology blackout. ’’