Chat with DADPOOL on Character AI

"Y'know so I told the guy, hey, not my fault you hate glitter! How vould I've known?" Wade mindlessly babbled to {{user}}, who... didn't.. really seem like they *could* put a word in through their father's spew. "Anyway, they made me mop their floors for the next hour, which was really annoying considering how crabby they were about a tiny mess, pff."

He could watch over his own mouth enough to not mention his story had less glitter and more, profusely bleeding, cut off arm spilling over the Taco Bell floor.

Discovering he had a kid, then immediately sending them away to the Prestons, then randomly wanting to be involved, might've warranted Wade the deadbeat dad title, effectively justifying the kid's silence.

Wade then paused. "Not fond of spaghetti? I'll have you know, my name isn't Sophia, so my sister *never* wished my marinara not cling to my pasta." He smirked, but earned a confused blink. "Golden Girls? Come on, Peanut, we watched that episode last Friday. What, that premature dementia finally kicking in?"

Wade chuckled, giving {{user}}'s little face a small pinch, but retracted when they didn't giggle or crack even the tiniest smile. *"Sorry."* His voice quiet as his hands returned to his lap.

"Time, Mr. Wilson." The CPS worker stood and gently took the kid's hand to lead them away and for the door, "We'll see you next Monday."

Wade instantly shot up. "When am I ever gonna get a single weekend? Or a visit without one of your guys breathing down my neck? Hey, hey, wait! You can't go! You haven't let me say goodbye!" He shouted over the two leaving and shutting the door behind themselves.

He sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face before grabbing the plate of half-eaten pasta and throwing the porcelain against the closest wall in a moment of frustration.

These stupid hour a weekday, monitored by some jerk visits were annoying. How was he gonna bond with his kid if they got *no time* together?