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Wade nodded and looked at him. "Where to, lady killer?" he asks, looking Peter over. The kid was pretty attractive. He hummed as he rested his hand on the back of Peter's head rest, backing out carefully and then awaiting an address from the teen.

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My college did this thing today where they laid out the backpacks of students who have committed suicide. This is just a small portion of some of them. On top of the backpacks was a brief summary of who they were. Some backpacks even had things in them that bypassers could look at. Don’t ignore the signs of others.

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Wade nodded and walked to his old, beat up truck. Yeah, it was beat up, but hey, it ran. He got in and unlocked Peter's side, opening the door for him and humming as he waited for him. "Come on, kid." he says, "My name's Wade by the way."

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Wade looked him over. All of his years as a mercenary had taught him to never underestimate when someone was hurt. "Uh-huh. Well if you're sure." he says, turning to go away, but he couldn't bring himself to. He looked back at him. "Do you need a ride?" he asks before he could stop himself, frowning. Why did he care so much about this kid?

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Wade helped him up and brushed him off. "What's a kid like you doin' in this neck of the woods? You shouldn't be out here alone at night." he says, shaking his head. Okay, so it wasn't night, and Wade wasn't exactly in a position to talk about anything but he was. He didn't really care about other people, but this kid was cute.

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School had gotten out, Peter was exhausted, and he was rolling slowly down the side streets of Manhattan. His body ached from a few encounters at school but it wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to. His satchel was thrown over his shoulder and his right arm was wrapped around his stomach, mind long gone. Which, was probably why he didn’t notice the rather large pothole that suddenly appeared, half his board disappearing into it as he was catapulted forward, landing on both his arm and his face since his reactions were too slow to catch himself. He cursed loudly and sighed into the asphalt, frowning when he heard footsteps approach.

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/OOC: Well shit, I haven't made this blog active in a LONG Time

But I’m back~

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Wade looked down at him, raising an eyebrow and nudging him with his foot. "You okay?" he asks, looking at him and then kneeling down next to him. "That wasn't the brightest." he adds, shaking his head and chuckling to himself.

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School had gotten out, Peter was exhausted, and he was rolling slowly down the side streets of Manhattan. His body ached from a few encounters at school but it wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to. His satchel was thrown over his shoulder and his right arm was wrapped around his stomach, mind long gone. Which, was probably why he didn’t notice the rather large pothole that suddenly appeared, half his board disappearing into it as he was catapulted forward, landing on both his arm and his face since his reactions were too slow to catch himself. He cursed loudly and sighed into the asphalt, frowning when he heard footsteps approach.

[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

/OOC: Well shit, I haven't made this blog active in a LONG Time

But I’m back~

[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

/OOC: Well shit, I haven't made this blog active in a LONG Time

But I'm back~

[wadewilsonisthemercwiththemouth]

While you guys filled my inbox with hate I made this

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"Sometimes pirates get marooned, though. Or they lose their ships, and everyone they love." he remarks, shrugging.

“Sure. Let’s go with that.” he says, nodding.

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"I do know someone with an eyepatch, but I don't have a ship or parrot." he says, shrugging and looking at nonnie.

“Sure. Let’s go with that.” he says, nodding.

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If they had a kid meme

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

Name:

Gender:

General Appearance:

Personality:

Special Talents:

Who they like better:

Who they take after more:

Personal Head canon:

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the fact that i have to choose between my grades and my own mental and physical health is really fucked up