we were playing in the sand ✘ private, greed

[Wade Wilson]

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Today was a very casual day for Wade, just hanging around and chatting a few of the local's ears off before he was chased off somewhere else. The maned wolf- as much as he enjoyed the relaxation of it all- had been a bit antsy as of late. Mercenary work was painstakingly slow these days and the lack of getting to rough somebody up was boring. At the very least he could find a sort of comfort in others. He had Vanessa for one. He had no idea where he'd be without her in all honesty. Goldenluxury was a neat kid. It was a shame they never got to go lava surfing in the volcano. Daddy Jacob had come to the rescue and refused to let her go. What a party pooper.

Currently, Wade was hanging around at the beach, digging around in the sand like it was some sort of mission. His ultimate goal of the day was to make a sandcastle as bis as he could possibly make it. The first step was getting it all into a big pile, which was a lot harder than it looked. It felt like most of the sand was in his fur rather than in a pile, yet he persisted, grumbling under his breath.

[member=697]GREED[/member]

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Greed was pretty antsy himself. He was used to having things to do, people to talk to, girls to flirt with, all of that. But now that he was in this strange new place, all of that was gone. It was a shame. But he just saw it as a second chance, a challenge, even. He just had to build it all back up again--maybe even bigger and better this time. He just had to work hard, like he had before.

Today, he was simply out for a walk, strolling along the shore. That is, until he spotted Wade. He remembered him from the party, which had been pretty fun, so he had to give the guy props. Now he had a goal, to surpass that. It was only natural that the incarnation of greed would want to throw the most luxurious party of the century. But that would come in due time.

"Oi, what're you up to?" he asks as he approaches, watching the wolf dig up sand.

"SPEECH"

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[Wade Wilson]

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If Greed were to surpass his own dinky party, Wade would expect an invite at least. As Greed approached, he lifted his head to meet the man's gaze and flashed a grin. "Got bored. Now I'm going to make the biggest fucking sand castle I can." Simple as that. He shook out his fur. Wade was committed and dammit this was going to happen even if it killed him. To put even the Edinburgh Castle to shame was something he would enjoy doing. Maybe he'd enter a nationwide sandcastle building contest with this bad boy? He'd win, obviously. Maybe in his dreams, but regardless. "You gonna help or do you wanna keep ogling me because honestly I don't really mind either one." he added with a sly wink towards the other.

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