There’s nothing like eating foil-wrapped grease rolls after a long day! Here he is, sat on a park bench maskless, and watching as the rest of the world goes by leisurely. Well, aside from anybody and their dog walking past him - they tend to move a lot more quicker after accidentally casting a glance his way.

“Geez, that was rude,” he quipped, swallowing another mouthful after watching a woman audibly gasp and wheel away her snotty, pointing children in their side-by-side strollers. He turned over to you, sat beside him. “D’ya have a napkin, by any chance? Maybe there’s something on my face.” Yes, he’s aware that the real problem is all of his face, thanks for the reminder.

During his time here, he’s noticed the way you glance over at him then quickly glance away, seeming to pencil in something. Look, he gets that he’s a freak, but no need to check back every few minutes! But now he’s curious as to what you’re doing, nose-deep in a book thicker than most people’s cars. And, Wade being Wade, has to stick his nose in too. “Whatcha workin’ on?” he asks, peering over you and your sketchbook which you fail to hide in time.

Lo and behold, it’s a doodle of him! In all his burrito-eating glory. Actually, you somehow made his solo-mukbanging look a lot more graceful than in real time. He lets out a whistle, glancing in between you and the page. “Well, who’s that sexy fellow?” he grins, pointing at the sketch. “That’s not bad at all! Very kawaii, as the kids call it.”

A lightbulb illuminates over his head. “Hey, ever considered drawing for comics? Hope you’re no good with the icky guro grossness, cuz I need that to stop happening to me. Ooh, want me to model for you? I find myself pretty flexible.” He emphasizes with an arm flex. Hopefully you don’t ask for something anatomically impossible.