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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[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."