Wade had his feet up on the dash, the passenger's seat leaning all the way back. His lanky body was completely stretched out, his fingers drumming on the roof. He hummed a tune, tapping the toes of his boots on the windshield, unable to sit still. Part of him was entirely too pissed off that he had to sit here like a... like a person who had to sit there. It just wasn't his job. His job was killing and slashing and maybe or maybe not getting blown up in the process. Wade leaned forward, turning on the radio and twisting the dial until the speakers vibrated. He grinned, plopping back in the seat, putting his feet up again. Now reclined once more, Wade propped his head back on his intertwined fingers, eyes closing.
When the music turned down, Wade opened an eye, looking over to the mutant next to him. The sexy mutant, he reminded himself. He watched as вы turned the dial down, quieting the music. Wade leaned forward again, turning it up. before leaning back again. Without even opening his eyes, Wade caught вы's wrist, preventing them from turning the music down again.
"Ah, ah ah!"
He chided, voice ever so slightly muffled by his mask. He shakes his head fingers curling to dig into the meat of вы's wrist and he could feel the thump-thump of his heart inside of his radial pulse.
"Lighten up, wouldja? We're in a car, alone, at night, on a dark street staring at a house."
He gestured vaguely to the house with his free hand.
"A little entertainment never hurt anybody."
