[Wade is used to people averting their gaze, and usually he acts like he doesn't notice or care. Of course, he does care. He's got no worse critic than himself. There's a reason he seldom walks around this place without his mask. Even now, he's wearing the mask, along with a Golden Girls T-shirt and a pair of Hawaiian shorts. It means that the scars on his arms and legs are visible. Scars that seems to have no end to them. His suit had taken something of a beating in the Labyrinth, so it needed mending before he could wear it again.
He notices her staring as he takes his 'coffee' to find a seat. Can it really be called coffee when it's more sugar than anything else? He approaches, setting down his own placard, taking her unblinking gaze as invitation.
His reads, 'I'm Wade Wilson. AKA Deadpool. AKA a mutated lab rat who talks too much!
Anybody sitting here? Couldn't help but notice you looking at me. I know I'm hot and all but that's no reason to stare... [Her staring is different from some-- it's not cruel, or careless, but penetrating. It's a little unsettling, actually. Wade doesn't actually like being seen. Actually seen. He likes it better when people just think he's an idiot. It's easier that way.]
coffee
He notices her staring as he takes his 'coffee' to find a seat. Can it really be called coffee when it's more sugar than anything else? He approaches, setting down his own placard, taking her unblinking gaze as invitation.
His reads, 'I'm Wade Wilson. AKA Deadpool. AKA a mutated lab rat who talks too much!
Anybody sitting here? Couldn't help but notice you looking at me. I know I'm hot and all but that's no reason to stare... [Her staring is different from some-- it's not cruel, or careless, but penetrating. It's a little unsettling, actually. Wade doesn't actually like being seen. Actually seen. He likes it better when people just think he's an idiot. It's easier that way.]