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« d.rose » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION DAVID ROSE ✦ schitt's creek
RESIDENCE ✦ emerald district, sumarlok
GEMBOND ✦ amethyst

"This is David. Leave a message. Or don't.

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[zhampagne]

She is fun. For, like, an hour, until she starts asking you about your Zodiac sign and crying about her man troubles and how she got uninvited from someone's White Party.

[He misses her, though. He can't deny that. Living in the same room with someone for two years will do that to you.

He slants a grin at Wade as the elevator doors close.]

Well, we wouldn't want to waste perfectly good soundproofing, would we?

[zipit_thanos]

[ Deadpool's mask turns to look at David about halfway through his grousing, feeling a thread of sympathy. Letting go of his grip on his luggage, he places a hand at the small of David's back, understanding that he misses his sister probably a lot more than he's letting on. He huffs a laugh from under the mask, keeping his tone light. ]

No, sir. Not gonna waste that opportunity!

[ Wade tears off his mask with his empty hand, crowding up on David against the wall of the elevator car. It hasn't been terribly long since they've been together, but he's been looking forward to this, even if it's been only for a day or two. And this time, he doesn't let the call of a few floors interrupt him as his lips search down the side of his neck even as a few of his neighbors board with them.

He might have all weekend to have him, but he's too enamored by his beautiful boyfriend to be worried about who might see him without the mask. It's a first since NYE. ]

[zhampagne]

[Once upon a time, David would have found Wade's touchy-feely manners to be stifling. Clingy. But as they've grown closer, he's gradually relaxed in his presence, found that not only does he enjoy that constant touch, he craves it. It's almost a balm for his anxiety, a quiet reassurance that he's not alone in all this.

And now, it makes something joyful bubble up in his chest as he's crowded against the corner of the elevator. Why should they waste a single moment of this weekend together? He laughs, head tilted back against the side of the car. He hears the doors open, his neighbors shuffling in, but pays them exactly zero mind, his fingers rucking up the back of Wade's suit coat as they wander up the planes of his back through his shirt. And the mask is staying off? This is unprecedented.

The car regretfully grinds to a stop on the ground floor, and David makes a mournful sound even as he nudges at Wade to signal that they've arrived as the other occupants file out, eyeing them awkwardly.]