Wade & Vanessa's Apartment, Sunday Afternoon

[stickitupmyjinx]

It was National Ice Cream Day, and Vanessa had had plans. You know. Her usual holiday sort of plans (kinky sex).

Unfortunately, this stupid island had apparently had other plans, which was why Vanessa was eating a vat of Haagen-Dazs alone on the couch and sulking.

(Open for that guy who lives there and anyone else who might want to stop by.)

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[captainskullpoopl]

Well, it wasn't Wade's fault that he woke up without a mouth and stuck in the shit show that was the Wolverine movie we don't speak of.

Couldn't even be in the good, critically acclaimed one.

He made a noise from his place in the closet. Mostly because he didn't have a Wolverine to murder.

[stickitupmyjinx]

"Do you have a mouth again yet, honey?" Vanessa called. She didn't have much hope; these things usually lasted through the weekend at least, but she had to check at least. "Say something intelligible if you do." Then she'd consider maybe removing all the duct tape.

[captainskullpoopl]

There was a pause before he just made a completely unintelligible noise. So, no. No, he was not normal again, Vanessa.

Sorry.

[stickitupmyjinx]

"It's okay, honey, I don't hold it against you that you're all creeparific this weekend," Vanessa called. She might be lying just a tiny bit. Her plans, Wade. "I'd offer you some ice cream but that seems insensitive." What with the...lack of mouth.