29 Chimera Court , Early Saturday Morning

[mouthy_merc]

It was time for Saturday morning cartoons. Or, as Deadpool liked to call it, 'Spot which show was created only to sell cheap toys!'

"What the hell is this?!" Deadpool couldn't look away from the screen, it was like a car accident.

On the screen were what appeared to be a classic childhood favorite duck and rabbit, only X-TREME and edgy and violent. "What has the world come to?"

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Wade remained silent, hoping maybe this would make it stop. He was too close to actually being happy here, too damn close. Should have known this would happen.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Was that a mental sigh? It could've been. "You're not... ... going ... ... well, more ... usual."

Why was this so difficult?

"We need to ... ... ... why." A pause. "I'm sorry."

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The second apology with that voice was just a bit too much for Wade now. No, no, no. This was not helping his usual plans of repressing with booze and killing things.

"Stop it," He whispered, eyes closed. "Stop it, stop it, STOP IT." Something very close to tears pricked his eyes. Probably some fur from Max. That had to be it. "He's dead, so stop it."

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"Wade..."

That put Nate right back to square one. In a manner of speaking. If only he could get through the interference--

His next words got lost in it.

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It took a moment to even out his breathing and wait for the- (Allergies, totally allergies. Need to pick up some of that Allegra stuff) - to go away.

Wade changed the channel to CNN, turning the volume up loud now.

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It dawned on him. Full sentences escaped him when he wasn't possessing Wade's body.

Hm. He would have to wait until the next gap came along, but--

"... ... Deadpool, I'll ... ... ... be here." Another pause, before he began to pull back, "... worry."

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Stupid allergies! Wade, stared steadfastly at the television, waiting for everything to go silent before reaching down, under the couch for the booze he hid there.

What Arashi didn't know, wouldn't hurt him.

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There was another beat of consciousness. A flare of some attempt at comfort. And then it faded.