"I was going to move into a house by myself here just to get a chance to write in peace. I'm a professional author in Japan, and I really needed a break from the publicity. So, like I said. I got a house and the writing teacher job. I got to the house and there was some sort of a paperwork slip and I ended up having to share the house with another teacher. Wade Wilson, or Deadpool. You might know him, you're lucky if you don't I suppose." He's twirling a cigarette between his fingers in his coat pocket. "He seems to enjoy irrating people. He's not awful but it really doesn't help my stress. And rescently he picked up some freeloading kid who works at that club. He's even more annoying than Wade. But at least he's more good looking. If you don't mind the honesty doc I've been mesing around with him but he asked for it. He keeps talking about how he can'ts stop thinking about me. I told him he couldn't write for shit, since he's some kind of "musician," and even since it's like he's obsessed."