Post by pierce on Aug 5, 2015 19:07:49 GMT -5
With an inquisitive glare, Wade questioned, "And why not? Wouldn't I be as professional a doctor as I am an actor? You should be lucky if you ever had the privilege of me operating on you," his arms crossing his chest, he continued. "When you're all old and wrinkled from a fast life on the Broadway stage you'd come crawling for me to inject you before you could say botox." A chuckling rumbled within him, all the innuendos were enough to ice a very obscene cake.
"Eh," Wade digressed, fairly quickly. "I don't think that life would make me very happy though, not indefinitely. Just doing one thing and all that...even those honeys buzzing around, it'd get old. I'd probably go all mid-life crisis on my clinic just because I hadn't ended up as the me-role you're speaking with now." Smiling a distant, introspective type smile up at the ceiling, Wade was comforted by his own words he knew to be true. "So you count yourself lucky on that, instead."
"Eh," Wade digressed, fairly quickly. "I don't think that life would make me very happy though, not indefinitely. Just doing one thing and all that...even those honeys buzzing around, it'd get old. I'd probably go all mid-life crisis on my clinic just because I hadn't ended up as the me-role you're speaking with now." Smiling a distant, introspective type smile up at the ceiling, Wade was comforted by his own words he knew to be true. "So you count yourself lucky on that, instead."
