[he moves through the crowd until a familiar presence (okay, it was mostly the smell) stops him short. he holds his breath for a second, his grip on his cane tightening as if ready to swing, before remembering that there's a damn camera following his every move.
matt's eyes narrow behind his glasses. deadpool. oh, he'd love to send a billy club smashing into the merc's face for what had happened the last time they'd met.
instead, he keeps himself together and carefully makes his way toward deadpool.] And what happened last week? [there's an obvious tension surrounding him.]
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matt's eyes narrow behind his glasses. deadpool. oh, he'd love to send a billy club smashing into the merc's face for what had happened the last time they'd met.
instead, he keeps himself together and carefully makes his way toward deadpool.] And what happened last week? [there's an obvious tension surrounding him.]