06-10-2018, 11:02 PM
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Wade had quite the extensive wardrobe. From printed t-shirts, to leather jackets, and even a few dresses and skirts (not to mention his mercenary suit, which hadn't been used as much lately. too hot.), it was needless to say that he rather enjoyed sporting all sorts of human clothing. He's seen others around Typhoon wear things like jewelry and hats, but wearing actual clothing seemed to be more taboo. A real shame, too. He knows a few faces that would look quite handsome in the right getup. With Summer having rolled around, Wilson had been sporting more tacky Hawaiian print shirts than anyone could count. He was a different one every day it was like he really did have one for each day of summer. And you bet your god damn shiny metal ass he did. Because this was Wade Wilson, aka. Deadpool, aka. the merc with zero impulse control. He'd had the idea a while back to snag a nice tacky summer shirt for every day the hot season lasted and set to work. Counting roughly 92 days a year, give or take, the wolf spent quite a while hunting down the articles. Stealing was very common. After all, finders keepers. Street rules man. Sometimes he would barter with other animals for them, and very rarely he'd take them from off a bleeding corpse (if things got that far). His entire collection spanned through the entire color spectrum, with print of all sorts like the classic flower print, pizza slices, margaritas, a custom one-of-a-kind with small photos of Danny Divito's face on it, ice cream, and others. He had an entire closet in his home here in Typhoon just to hang all those bad boys. And that was really all there was to say on the matter. Wade was an oddity on a whole new scale, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
Today, Wade was rummaging around the small house he had claimed only a few days prior, the front door ajar as he shuffled in and out, sporting a pale yellow Hawaiian shirt with a coconut print. The canine had finally gotten around to tossing a few things out, including a small wooden chair and some china which sat off to the side in the grass with a crude sign taped to the chair reading: FREE
Wade had quite the extensive wardrobe. From printed t-shirts, to leather jackets, and even a few dresses and skirts (not to mention his mercenary suit, which hadn't been used as much lately. too hot.), it was needless to say that he rather enjoyed sporting all sorts of human clothing. He's seen others around Typhoon wear things like jewelry and hats, but wearing actual clothing seemed to be more taboo. A real shame, too. He knows a few faces that would look quite handsome in the right getup. With Summer having rolled around, Wilson had been sporting more tacky Hawaiian print shirts than anyone could count. He was a different one every day it was like he really did have one for each day of summer. And you bet your god damn shiny metal ass he did. Because this was Wade Wilson, aka. Deadpool, aka. the merc with zero impulse control. He'd had the idea a while back to snag a nice tacky summer shirt for every day the hot season lasted and set to work. Counting roughly 92 days a year, give or take, the wolf spent quite a while hunting down the articles. Stealing was very common. After all, finders keepers. Street rules man. Sometimes he would barter with other animals for them, and very rarely he'd take them from off a bleeding corpse (if things got that far). His entire collection spanned through the entire color spectrum, with print of all sorts like the classic flower print, pizza slices, margaritas, a custom one-of-a-kind with small photos of Danny Divito's face on it, ice cream, and others. He had an entire closet in his home here in Typhoon just to hang all those bad boys. And that was really all there was to say on the matter. Wade was an oddity on a whole new scale, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
Today, Wade was rummaging around the small house he had claimed only a few days prior, the front door ajar as he shuffled in and out, sporting a pale yellow Hawaiian shirt with a coconut print. The canine had finally gotten around to tossing a few things out, including a small wooden chair and some china which sat off to the side in the grass with a crude sign taped to the chair reading: FREE
[glow=black,2,300]HERE TO KICK NAMES AND TAKE ASS[/glow]
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