#heyo!

lol it's ok

Most of them hit more recently or whatever it's called (I still need to learn words haha)

But it might've been Sans, I've known about him the longest and I always kinda had a feeling of "man this guy is relatable"

"Whoa, Jesus! Hi, Vaggie!" The Princess is leaning back slightly from the suddenly present and protective girlfriend in front of her, somewhat startled and confused. Clearing her throat, she straightened up and looked to the angel with a curious expression.

The word about him never quite get things right about his countenance. He was seven foot five and broad as all get out. While he wasn't a muscle mountain, his sheer stature made up for it.

So even if you didn't know who he was, he was quite the intimidating nature.

He pets his tiger, her reacting positively to the affection as he smiles down at Xue.

"I understand. If you wish to spar, then allow me some space.

And yes, yes she is."

(Logan & Wade!) (Hi hi!!)

Deadpool was normally clingy, but Logan was experiencing something else entirely right now. No matter where he went, there he was. Over and over again.

Eventually there was nowhere to go, and Logan turns around and yells at Wade.

"What th'hell is your issue, Pool? What's so important?!"

That's when he looks down and notices one of Deadpools knives sticking out of his side.

These woods plastered with silence in comparison to the city life he was so used to; those never-ending noises in which the urban lights never sleep twenty-four seven. It's still surreal to decluster the stimulation and appreciate the silence for once. Manny could go on a forever rant on the people themselves, the cityfolk, and especially the conditions that haunt him in dread, waiting until the day he's kicked out into the gutter with no home in sight. This vacation was needed with every step on autopilot, with no aim or direction of where he wanted to go. He just needed some time for himself before heading on back to the inn.

Suddenly, a whiplash washed over him from the bike passing right beside him. If he was directly in front of the path, who knows how grave his injuries would be. Legs underneath him wobbled to walk backwards, collapsing down on his behind. The entirety of his body wouldn't stop shaking from what just happened.

Here he was, having a serene moment in Mother Nature's embrace - only to transition to chaos himself.

"I'm fine. I'm fine there," He demissed with a nonchalant wave, attempting to stand back up with his legs almost betraying him. "You almost turned me into mesh meat like fuck, not even mesh meat, more like mashed potatoes splattered across the birch trees." And what's better than some dark humor to clear his mind from panic?

He dusted his pants before giving a thumbs up to signal he's in good condition…for now-

"Safe to say I'm surprised to see a biker out here. None come to ride out here, considering how frigid it'll be soon. Good to see another daredevil in these woods." As if he'll stay here for another hour. His fingers will freeze over soon, and they'll turn into popsicles. "Are YOU okay? Saw that fall, surprised your knees aren't buckling underneath you."

His own knees massaged from both of his hands — they were aching badly. "Let's say mine are fragile, not the most pleasant feeling in the world." The worst part? He may have to limp his way back home. How insufferable that'll be.

She gave a small chuckle, “Oh, is that so? I never knew she had such a preference.” Or perhaps the kitsune had simply copied a reflection of the mage? Or had been tricked all together? Wouldn’t that be something, out foxing a fox. If anyone could do it, it would be that girl. 

Regardless, Yukari would casually reach out and give one of the Narikon's ears a tiny flick. Not enough to be painful, of course, it was more as if checking to see if they are really there. 

“Have you mastered any other forms?” She asked curiously, golden eyes looking over the fox to scan for any other tells in her disguise.

For better or worse, the young kitsune had momentarily caught the elder youkai’s full attention.