25 Unicorn Lane, Thursday Late Afternoon

[mouthy_merc]

"Oh, Hildi, you ruin so many houses with your off the wall sense of style and complete disregard for safety and the likes of your clients."

Deadpool was watching Trading Spaces and wondering if he should send in an application for the show. They did need to re-do the living room now that it had random blood splatters everywhere.

Maybe wood floors to save on the clean up for blood soaked carpeting.

[[ooc: for the braid-less minion]]

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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Frantic, desperate knocking came on Deadpool's door. Turtle had started crying again sometime during the afternoon, couldn't stop, and, in urgent desperation, realized that she really, really, really needed to talk to someone who could threaten extreme violence to the fates for her.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool frowned and leaned off the couch to peer at the door. "It's open!"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Very soon after the door opened, Deadpool would discover a bawling, braidless minion nearly diving onto the couch to cling to him. "Mister Deadpoooooooooool!" Turtle cried. "It...it...it's awful! Terr...terrible! It...I...I...." Attempts for any more words just dissipated into wrenching sobs.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Oh no, not another sobbing minion.

"Who do I have to kill?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle clung tighter to him. "It's gone, Mister Deadpool, it's gooooooooone!"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool patted her shoulder in an attempt to comfort. "What's gone?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Through her despair, Turtle was starting to wonder if everyone on this island was blind. She pushed away from Deadpool, hand holding out the unevenly hacked hair on the side of her head. "My braid!" she moaned, collapsing again into a little puddle of sobbing tears.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

(Oh. That.)

He was a guy! He didn't notice things like that unless it was humorous in the situation to do so!

He patted her back again. "Offer of killing people still stands."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"N...n...no way," Turtle said between hiccuping gasps of air and more tears. She smushed her palm against her face as she tried to wipe her cheek. "If...if...if....if I find out...who did this...I...I...I....I'll kill 'em my...seeeeeelllllllf." She concluded with a brand new litany of sobs.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

That got her a real hug this time. No way his Turtle was killing anyone.

"Will ice cream help? Or pie? Or some sort of overly sugary desert?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Will...will...will this ice cream come with a side of me having my braid back?" Turtle slumped against Deadpool as he gave her a hug and she tried really, really hard to stop crying because Mister Deadpool wouldn't cry over something like this and probably thought she was being a big baby. But she didn't care. It was gone. The only thing that ever really meant anything to her was gone...

Yeah, she was never going to stop crying at this rate.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"No," He replied slowly. "But I can promise you enough to kill a small horse. I'd offer alcohol, but you're a wee bit young for that and no trips to the clinic please."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

After a series of short little breaths caught in her lungs trying to race each other and significant sniff, Turtle wiped away some more tears with the heels of her hands. "Ice cream'd be good," she muttered quietly. She hadn't eaten anything all day, either, so enough to kill a small horse would probably be just the right amount.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Okay, He said with a pat. "We'll go get you ice cream and plan revenge."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Sniffing, Turtle was able to get through her sobs enough to ask, wibbling, "An' I can get whatever I want?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Whatever you want," Deadpool replied softly. "As long as it doesn't involve fish. I draw the line at fish ice cream."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

And that was definitely enough for Turtle to get a disturbed look through the crying and focus it up at Mister Deadpool.

"...ew."