Wade Wilson (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} fully_loaded_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} toboldlyrpg,@ 2017-02-25 19:00:00 |
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WHEN: 226402.23 Evening (A little backdated - sorry)
WHERE: D-4
SUMMARY: Meet the roommate
WARNINGS: Language
"Dee one, Dee two, Dee three aaaand," Wade came to a halt in front of a door and glanced down at his fancy futuristic ipad which was displaying a helpful map to lead him to his designated room, "Four. Honey, I'm home!" He watched the door slide open with evident suspicion and stepped into the clean, fancy futuristic apartment he'd been assigned to. Yep, everything was fancy and futuristic. Wade was surprised he couldn't smell the bleach they must have used to scrub everything to a pristine shine. Wade looked around again with barely concealed dislike before stepping inside his quarters. He tossed his computer onto the nearest surface and paused mid-step as he realised there was someone else already inside. He hadn't been expecting anyone else. No one had mentioned a room mate, though now he thought about it, no one had said he'd be getting his own room either. He crossed his arms and leaned back against the door frame. Damn his back felt empty without the swords... "Well now, no one mentioned I'd be getting a buddy. Or are you the room service in this floating space hotel? You know I'm going to be mighty pissed if you forgot the chocolate on my pillow, that's the best part," Wade said, studying his companion with mild interest. Business-looking guy. Probably a lawyer. Not a threat. |