#three mercs

It was just after midnight, the street Antonia was walking down was empty and silent. It would not be that way for long. She had a target to kill and that was rarely quiet. She did not remember why her target's name rung a bell. 'Wade Wilson' felt too familiar to her. Then again, she did not often remember things correctly. If she had heard the name before, it did not matter. Once he was dead she would not have to hear it again.

Despite no longer being worried that he sleepwalks, Steven's sleep schedule was still awful. It's because of this that he finds himself in the kitchen of the hotel room he and his friends are staying in. He could never afford to stay here on his own - he wouldn't need to because the room had space enough for four people, so it didn't really matter. Then again, he could never afford to stay anywhere in this hotel on his own. The sound of toast popping out of the toaster snapped him out of his thoughts. He had not planned on having toast. Was somebody else awake? That question was answered pretty quickly as he turned around and was met with a pair of wide, staring eyes. @antonia-not-dreykov //IM SO SORRY FOR WRITING SO MUCH OF STEVEN THE SCENE NEEDED EXPOSITION AND IM CURSED IM SOSOSOSO SORRYY\\

first page!!! I still have to shade it but I'm procrastinating that 😭😭