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[zhampagne]

No, [he retorts immediately, craning around so he can narrow his eyes up at Wade.] Just that you're not the first morally-ambiguous person I've run across. I've dated some real psychopaths, too.

[Not going to dwell on how that reflects on him personally, either, just breezing right along, his arms wrapping around Wade's to return that embrace with one of his own.]

Fuck rich people, [he agrees. He's had a few years' distance from the title himself, so he feels pretty okay writing them off as a whole.]

[zipit_thanos]

[ The complete lack of hesitation in David's reply leaves Wade staring wide-eyed back at him. He blinks a few times and lobs back: ]

W-well, I'm... glad I could contribute to your unbroken streak of bad choices. Consistency is good.

[ A pause and his mouth tugs into a smile, amused. Obvious intimacy inherent from sharing a bath together aside, he feels really comfortable with David and it loosens his tongue, exposing a little more of the vulnerable underbelly of his heart. ]

For the record, I think you've been a good influence. On me.

[zhampagne]

Um, I don't think I said that? [Wade gets a few droplets of water to the face for that one, flicked his way along with a smirk on David's face. Putting words in his mouth, the dick.]

That's a new one on me. Usually it's more like, I don't know, 'my life would be better if we'd never met.'

[There's definitely a vulnerability established between them, here, and David is dancing lightheartedly around the edges, anxiety holding him back from being too real, revealing more than he already has.]

Besides, if I'd really been a good influence, you wouldn't be wearing those abominations you call footwear around your apartment.

[The Crocs. He means the Crocs.]

[zipit_thanos]

Mmm. I'm gonna need you to name all of the exes who said that and their last known locations.

[ Wade replies, his tone sunny but with a dangerous edge. He's thinking of violence even as he kisses the back of David's head.

Ah, yes. The Crocs. ]

Don't knock it 'til you've tried it. They're so comfy!

How would you dress me up, exactly? I'm more of an ugly Christmas sweater guy with a thrift store vibe. [ Wade's hands slide up and down his thighs, up to his waist, his touch becoming more amorous. ] You're designer sweaters, drop crotch pants and kilts.

[zhampagne]

Oh, God. I don't hate any of them that much. Besides, none of them are here, to my knowledge. [He shudders a little at the possibility of getting stuck here with Sebastien Raine. Ugh, no thanks.

David stretches out a little as Wade's hands start to wander, the interest that's been simmering under the surface of his skin making a reappearance.]

Um, God, where do I even start? Definitely wouldn't put you in a kilt. That's not really your vibe. I'm thinking more...jeans that didn't come pre-bedazzled at the Buckle? Nice, Italian leather boots. A sweater without mustard stains. You, but elevated.