[There's a moment where Bela thinks that is what happened to him, but then he's switching to video and well, she takes some time to look at Wade's face. It does catch her off guard, and then she's ready to say something.]
Well, I wasn't expecting that. But I recognise the face, even with all of the scarring. It's a good-looking face.
[So while it might take some getting used to, she's trying here.]
And that's how I win. [Sage nod. He most certainly insults himself well before anyone else can.]
I got cancer. Then in a last-ditch effort to save my life, I agreed to let some secretive organization experiment on me. Turned out it involved a fuck ton of torture and they didn't really care too much about saving me. They cared that I was more or less someone few people would miss.
[The only person who'd missed him was Vanessa, but one person had hardly been a concern for them.]
The torture worked. Didn't really cure my cancer per se. But now it can't kill me. And I'm thinking nothing actually can. At least so far as I've found so far.
[Oh. That was a lot. But in a weird way, Bela understands why he'd go to such lengths to save his life. She has done all sorts of things to save her own skin and some people would probably consider them not so moral.]
Fuck.
[Is her first response.]
Does that mean you're immortal? And what if you lose a limb or something - can you reattach it?
[He laughs at her comment about the gag, clearly not taking it as seriously as perhaps he should.] You bed it is then, Bela. Meanwhile, you are free to call me whatever you like. Especially if it's vulgar.
[He's in the same building. So it takes him almost no time at all to get the elevators to her floor and then to knock at her door. Maybe he should have brought something with him?
Ah, it's fine. When she opens the door, she'll find him there, clad in a Hawaiian shirt, board shorts, and... rainbow crocs. Maybe he could have at least changed out of those.
[Unaware that he was in the same building she freshens herself up, wondering if she should change her clothes. Bela thinks she looks fine as is, but considering what they were going to do, maybe what she was wearing didn't matter.
After hearing a knock at the door she goes to pull it open, taking a few long moments to just take him in. Everything clashed, and it was loud. Perhaps that suited his personality.]
You're taller than I imagined. [He maybe had about half a foot on her.] Come on in.
Your boobs are bigger than I imagined. [Since they are stating facts about one another. Wade steps inside and has a quick look around. It's not too different than the apartment he shared with Scott. Once the door closes he turns to look at her, kicking off his crocs.]
If it means taking off that hideous shirt, then yes.
[Bela smirks, then leans down to undo the straps of her heels, one foot at a time. She nudges them aside once they're removed and waits for him to get naked. Of course she is going to watch, wondering if he'll give her a bit of a show.]
[He glances down at his shirt, giving a little pout at that. He likes this shirt...
But he likes sex more. So fuck this stupid shirt. And he's absolutely going to give her a show. She's not shied away from his scars, she he's going to get closer and slap a foot onto a nearby chair to start to slowly unbutton his shirt as though performing to some unheard music with the way he's shimmying as he strips. Each piece of flesh he reveals is just as scarred as his face.]
[Bela grins at him as he performs for her, watching every little thing that he does. Having some music would be a nice touch, but Wade seems to be managing alright without it. As for the scars, she's never seen that much all at once so it may take some getting used to on her part.
But she still wants this, given the rather enthuisiastic cheer she gives him once the shirt is off.]
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Well, I wasn't expecting that. But I recognise the face, even with all of the scarring. It's a good-looking face.
[So while it might take some getting used to, she's trying here.]
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You don't have to make me feel better about it. You can say I look like a sentient bald testicle, I won't be mad.
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Can I ask what happened?
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I got cancer. Then in a last-ditch effort to save my life, I agreed to let some secretive organization experiment on me. Turned out it involved a fuck ton of torture and they didn't really care too much about saving me. They cared that I was more or less someone few people would miss.
[The only person who'd missed him was Vanessa, but one person had hardly been a concern for them.]
The torture worked. Didn't really cure my cancer per se. But now it can't kill me. And I'm thinking nothing actually can. At least so far as I've found so far.
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Fuck.
[Is her first response.]
Does that mean you're immortal? And what if you lose a limb or something - can you reattach it?
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[He may have a skewed idea of fun.]
There are vampires here, but it loses something when you know you can't kill them for good.
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I'm aware that vampires are here. I met one about a week after I arrived and she didn't exactly hide it.
[So that was an experience.]
Anyway. Should we talk about something else?
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[He does a little tip of an imaginary hat.]
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Admittedly, I am curious to see if the fantasy reflects reality. Except, I don't want to fuck on a bear skin rug and you can drop the 'ma'am.'
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I might have to reconsider fitting you with a gag. [Bela sighs.] Anyway, I prefer a bed and my actual name to be used.
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How about we keep the dirty talk until we're in the same room, hm? Make you wait for it.
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[Not quite filthy, but maybe Bela wants to see how he'll react to it.]
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[There was something fun about being spontaneous.]
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Ah, it's fine. When she opens the door, she'll find him there, clad in a Hawaiian shirt, board shorts, and... rainbow crocs. Maybe he could have at least changed out of those.
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After hearing a knock at the door she goes to pull it open, taking a few long moments to just take him in. Everything clashed, and it was loud. Perhaps that suited his personality.]
You're taller than I imagined. [He maybe had about half a foot on her.] Come on in.
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So... should I just start getting naked?
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[Bela smirks, then leans down to undo the straps of her heels, one foot at a time. She nudges them aside once they're removed and waits for him to get naked. Of course she is going to watch, wondering if he'll give her a bit of a show.]
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But he likes sex more. So fuck this stupid shirt. And he's absolutely going to give her a show. She's not shied away from his scars, she he's going to get closer and slap a foot onto a nearby chair to start to slowly unbutton his shirt as though performing to some unheard music with the way he's shimmying as he strips. Each piece of flesh he reveals is just as scarred as his face.]
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[Bela grins at him as he performs for her, watching every little thing that he does. Having some music would be a nice touch, but Wade seems to be managing alright without it. As for the scars, she's never seen that much all at once so it may take some getting used to on her part.
But she still wants this, given the rather enthuisiastic cheer she gives him once the shirt is off.]
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