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OWEN SHAW | 35

Born and raised in London, resident of the world. Any more personal information given only to those willing to ask for it.

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"This is Shaw. Leave your message, get back to you once I can."

Comments

[badluckwithplanes]

Maybe you should ask less questions about having sex with octogenarians.

[fourthwalled]

Naah, that can't be it. It's because I'm just too amazing. You normies just can't hang. ;)

[badluckwithplanes]

So you think you intimidate people, is that it.

[fourthwalled]

Yes. Exactly. I don't think you could handle me.

[Maybe he's hoping making it a challenge will make the man more inclined to prove him wrong!]

[badluckwithplanes]

Would you be keeping the gimp suit on the entire time? Because I freely admit, I might find that a little hard to handle.

[Since by this point he's reverse looked up Wade on bangr and...yeah, what.]

[fourthwalled]

Correction. Superhero suit.

I can take it off. But how do you feel about scars?
Lots of them.

[badluckwithplanes]

I assume they're on your face as well?

[He can be into scars, though he typically draws the line at outright disfigurement. Even in a hook-up though, personality does help mitigate. And if nothing else Wade is...feisty.]

[fourthwalled]

Yes. And my whole body. [Ah, what the hell. He sends a pic. He can handle rejection!

Or so he tells himself.]

[badluckwithplanes]

[Woof. Okay, then, but again no: he's seen worse if he thinks about it. Or if not outright worse, then less workable.

Not that he's going to be nice enough to actually reassure him right now.]

That's a hell of a thing. But you walked away from it. Whatever 'it' was, in this context.

[fourthwalled]

I was a science experiment. I used to be fucking hot too. Dreamy, even!

[badluckwithplanes]

Sorry to hear that, mate.

[Or in other words: this.]

You made them pay for that, I hope.

[fourthwalled]

I did. When I escaped to blew up the entire place in the process. And then i tracked down the guy running the show and shot him in the fucking head.

[badluckwithplanes]

Well done, you. If nothing else that's earned you a drink on me, to celebrate.

[fourthwalled]

I'll take it.

[If only he could get drunk...]