Cleanse Your Hands, You Sinners

Being a pup is really cool and Wade sends every moment he can, checking out absolutely everything. He is in the middle of rummaging around some of the upstairs room of the huge building, ruffling through other people’s stuff (because the kid does not know boundaries), when the call for a meeting is given. Head shoots up, curious why exactly he needs to attend a meeting and Sly says, 'Maybe he wants to yell you for poking your noggin where it don’t belong.'

Sly’s dry wit is met with a snort from the boy and he gives his coat a good shake so he doesn’t look so messy as Loki chides, 'Like that will help.' Lifting his head, the young boy snarks back, "At least I’m trying." to which Sly and Loki have no reply. Quickly, Wade descends from the upper heights of the building and makes his way out into the courtyard, his stride confident and relaxed as he picks out a spot in the back to plop his butt down.

White eyes scan the crowd but do not find his father or any of his siblings so he huffs indigently to himself and waits, noting the tension that hangs thickly in the air.


"Wade Preator" | 'Sly' | 'Loki'