The red-and-black figure was about to bend down and pick up Big Cat, but the cat covered its nose with one paw, tucked its tail, and ran straight toward Deathstroke. Its big eyes were still watery, apparently stung by someone's "rich fragrance."
After being rejected by the cat, the bastard hurriedly found himself a way to save face. He rubbed his hands against his uniform, turned toward an empty spot beside him, and quickly started talking to himself:
"Ah, whenever Cousin runs into a problem he can't solve, he always comes looking for me. Even though I'm still on my honeymoon and, logically speaking, shouldn't be going on missions this often, who could resist the call of love? Cousin's love for me is as boundless as the sea, while I'm like a little shark swimming freely through this ocean of love. What? Who says he doesn't love me? This time, just to make me stop talking for a while, he gave me 1,000 US Dollars—double the usual extra pay. Isn't that a visibly growing expression of love?"
Su Ming covered his face speechlessly. Wade was very useful, but that mouth of his was a double-edged sword. Every time they acted together, Su Ming felt the string called reason in his mind creaking as it tightened.
"Stop talking for now, Wade. I need to speak with Dream."
"Oh, listen to me say thank you, because of you, the seasons have grown warm. Thank you, thanks to you, the world is more beautiful." The bastard could stop talking, but he started singing instead, accompanying it with a strange dance that involved making heart shapes with both hands and bowing repeatedly.
It was neither energetic nor flashy, but it was definitely something fierce—those monotonous, mechanical dance moves paired with his obnoxious mugging expression.