Deadclaws/Poolverine ??ˋ? ? ?

The title is not literal
Funny? If you think that
Words count:3080
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In the next morning Wade was waiting down stairs having breakfast alone, none of the others decided to go down, he sighed loudly then started talking to himself.

-so did you know when I..I actually don't have any fun fact to say guys I'm sorry-Wade kept smiling even though he felt a bit hurt by Logan.

Yes Logan has been pushing him away lately always out with Laura or some shit Wade didn't mind it that much but it still got to him when Logan called him horrible names.

When he stabbed him or beated up him. When he was grumpy for no reason. He has been drinking a lot more lately so Wade defenietly has to go out today to buy beer. Peter was mostly in his room.

Wade thought he had a crush on someone, he didn't know for sure and last night was a bit obvious he didn't wanna talk about that. Wade was zoned out until some noise broke the silence but no one was there he looked around he finished his breakfast and headed out to buy somethings.

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Logan was opening his eyes to the sun that was shining into his room he let out an annoyed growl then he grabbed the cigarettes off his drawer and got out to his small balcony and got a lighter out of his pocket.

The first 3 times it wasn't working Logan got bit angry a cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he grumbled.

-C'mon!-it finally worked and the cigarette lit up
He started to smoke big grey puffes coming out as he exhaled and inhaled the cigarette.

-fuck Wade..-Oh I bet you did Logan.

-who the fuck said that?!-Logan turned around his claws pointing at the air.

-Am I schizophrenic like Wade? Nah I'm not weird like him-OBJECTION! Logan didn't hear it this time though.

-I don't give a fuck about that little faggot anyway-Excuse me what the actual fuck?! You almost died for him!

-huh...-He finished his cigarette and started another one and another one and another one...my asthma could never...

He was at his sixth cigarettes when heard his room's door open, when he turned around it was already closing next to the door a six pack beer.

-Oh! Maybe he is not that bad-Logan dropped his cigarette then walked up to the beers and took one out.

He started to chug it down like he had never had one when he finished it he crumbled it and threw it out to the trash.

-I feel like shit-Logan layyed down on his bed the sheets were cover in blood spots and sratches from Logan's claw, He also had a lot more nightmares.

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Peter was still asleep on the bed his glasses on the floor it had a bit break on the side that had recently appeared.

His suit hanging out of his closet clothes on THAT one chair and some on his bed his alarm started to awake him he opened his eyes and turned it off and looked at his phone his eyes blurry his mouth open still from the messy sleep his vision starting to be clear.

-good mornin'-he said to himself he accidently rolled down the bed he heard a crack from his back.

-Oh shit-he sat up and looked behind his glasses crashed fully by his back it was not fixable.

-Really?! Whyy Parker!-Peter grabbed the rest of the glass and threw it out.

When he got down Wade was already gone to work and Logan was still in his room he had a coffee thinking a bit about math.