25 Unicorn Street, Thursday Afternoon

[mouthy_merc]

He had power now, but his TV was still broken. And there was blood all over the damn living room. Next time Zaraki was home he was just going to throw down tarps.

He picked at a couch cushion.

(Hey, that kinda looks like Tom Cruise.)

He quickly turned the pillow over so as not to have to look at the crazy blood stain actor.

Dragging a new television in from one of the empty rooms in the house, Deadpool set it up and started to fiddle with the TiVo. YES! SUCCESS! MODELS!

If that skeleton won he was going to be so very upset. "Go Natasha!"


[[ooc: For a pie loving FBI agent, but roommate or *snickers* husband if'n they'd like too]]

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Well it was really more of a fight than a type of domestic abuse because I did end up stabbing him int the throat," Wade said thoughtfully.

"New roommate."

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

"And where is your roommate at the moment?" Dale asked seriously.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I think he has a class to teach today," Wade replied.

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

"You stabbed him in the throat and he recovered that quickly?" Dale asked in amazement.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Ah, the joy of rooming with a anime character shinigami.

"Well, I'm pretty sure he's not exactly human."

[pieandcoffee.livejournal.com]

Dale sat there for a moment wondering if he should arrest Deadpool, take him in for questioning or go out and eat more pie.

"Does everyone on this island have this ability for rapid healing?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I don't think so, but then again, I haven't stabbed many people here."

Yet.

"So, that note... Can you burn it for me before I get knives thrown at me over it?"