Nothing Good to Eat [ota]

[makesppldead]

Wade had been spending most of his time in the workout room training. It wasn't a luxury the team had back in Africa, and he was going to take advantage. Especially since he hadn't gone on a mission since god knows when. He had a feeling Stryker was just being a dick and punishing him for his constant mouth. But what else was new

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[slimy_droog]

The birds in this place were bloody smart. They had learned to steer clear of Mortimer after he had gobbled a few of them. Figuring he would give them a break with enough time for them to risk flying close to the building, he went inside.

He entered the kitchen for a quick snack and thus found a man already searching for coveted nosh. Looking a little annoyed, he leaned against the doorway.

"Nuffink to nibble, yeah?"

[makesppldead]

It took him a few moments but Wade finally lifted his head from the shelf. Something spoke right? He blinked before turning around. "Uh...no. Not from what I can see. At least, nothing that's not enclosed in a can that's probably been in there for five years already."

[slimy_droog]

Walking across the kitchen, Toad extended his tongue to the refrigerator door before he reached it by foot, opening the door all the way.

"Hunh," he mused aloud as he looked at the contents. His tongue let go of the door and returned to his mouth.

"Well ain't that a damn shame..."

[makesppldead]

Wade hopped off the counter, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he watched Toad with an odd expression. "Yeah no kidding. I'm starving. Enough to just leave and get my own damn food."

[slimy_droog]

Toad cocked his head when there was no reaction to his tongue. Normally he could surprise anyone with it. Even Eric had visibly reacted to it, albeit in a subtle manner.

"Which one are you again?" He pointed at the man. "So many faces, not too many even Freddy's told me about."

[makesppldead]

The merc had seen a lot in his day. Frankly, a toad man seemed far less unappealing than whatever the fuck Victor was. Rocking lightly on his boots Wade smirked.

"The mercenary. Name's Wade."