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Wade Wilson ([personal profile] beaarthur) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2016-07-05 05:25 am (UTC)

This was the last thing he expected. He had Netflix going, a beer in his hand and his feet up on the coffee table when Weasel showed up. That wasn't abnormal at all. Sometimes he would drop by just because. But what was abnormal was that he brought something along with him this time.

"What are you doing?" Wade asked, both confused and miffed because he wasn't an idiot, contrary to popular belief. He knew where Weasel was going with this because he hadn't shut up about it for the past month. Wade had just hoped that he would've gotten the hint.

"So remember that conversation we had about getting you a pet?" Weasel asked, a blank look on his face. There was clearly something behind him and Wade knew exactly what it was.

"Oh yeah. Do you remember how I told you to fuck off?" Wade raged, stomping off into his living room.

Unfortunately Weasel followed.

He didn't have time for a pet. Yes, he was living by himself and he didn't go out all that much anymore, but that didn't mean he needed a companion. Weasel had been going on and on about how it would be a good idea for Wade to get a therapy animal and how they were good with people who suffered from PTSD. Apparently he had a friend that had been in a similar situation as Wade and his therapy animal was the reason he stopped having night terrors. There were all kinds of studies on how therapy animals were amazing, but Wade didn't care. It all came down to one fact: he could barely take care of himself. How the hell was he supposed to take care of a pet right now?

Wade sighed, hand nervously going up to the scars on the left side of his face without realizing it. It had become a habit any time he was nervous after he had healed up from the explosion. This was ridiculous.

"Look, Wade. I could move in with you, but I don't want to. So the next best thing is this. So you live with me or your keep the pet," Weasel argued. It was a good argument. There was no way he wanted to live with that pain in the ass. "And don't think about putting him out on the streets. He wouldn't survive. They're not bred for that kind of lifestyle. So quit your bitchin'. I spent a lot of money because I kind of think you're a good friend sometimes, so do me a solid and don't be a dickhead. I know it's hard, man. No pun intended." Weasel gave Wade an awkward pat on the shoulder and moved past Wade's new companion. "Alright, this is your master, dude. Take good care of him." And then he was out the door, leaving Wade with his new pet.

Wade sighed. He couldn't even turn around and look, he was so freaking anxious. "So I guess you're stuck with me."

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