29 Chimera Court, Late Sunday Night

[mouthy_merc]

There was no ANTM watching tonight. No What Not the Wear and no Dirty Jobs even.

No, tonight found Deadpool taking an overly long shower that probably used up all the hot water in the house. What? It was relaxing and if he had any hair, it would be luxurious and shiny after all this.

[[ooc: for the brain buddy and husband]]

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His consciousness had dug its way just a little closer to the surface over the past day, acquiring flashes of what was going on---

But that didn't prepare Nate for gaining control of Wade's body the moment he stepped out of the shower.

He blinked, glanced sideways at the mirror, then down. Realising where he was, he reached for a towel. There was something he had to do, and he didn't know how much time he had to do it.

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"Wade, you've been in the shower forever!" Arashi grumped as he walked into the bathroom. "Is there even any hot water left for me?" He smirked and pulled his shirt off.

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Nate didn't pause for more than a beat before glancing back at the shower and saying, "I have no idea."

He smirked mildly, pulling the towel around his hips, and went for the door.

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"You better not have," Arashi grinned and poked at Wade, blocking the door. "I'm going to have to punish you some how if you did."

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"You probably should," Nate muttered, distracted by a sense of urgency in the back of his-Wade's-their head that told him he didn't have an awful lot of time. He glanced around the bathroom in search of a way to escape without damaging either Arashi or his... well, cover.

"TV," he said.

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"What about the T.V?" Arashi asked, raising an eyebrow. "We don't have one in the shower, and I don't think we should."

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That probably wouldn't be the smartest thing to do, no. "Gotta watch it," Nate said, attempting to brush past Arashi.

The idea that it might end Wade up on the couch was faint but amusing. However, there was no time.

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Okay, that was weird. Wade didn't even mention the Geneva convention when he tickled him.

Arashi turned and followed him back downstairs. "Something, wrong? You were complaining about nothing being on earlier."

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"It could've changed," Nate noted, his walk, posture and general determination probably a little stauncher than what was usual for Wade.

When he came downstairs, he found - and picked up - a piece of paper. Good. Now all he needed was a pen.

And to turn the television on.

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This was totally weird for Wade, maybe he was trying to trick him somehow? Arashi stood in the stairwell and watched Wade move around the room in a very non-Wade sort of Wade.

"What if it hasn't? Unless this is some fiendish plot of yours to get me to have sex on the couch again."

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Having located a pen, Nate quickly scribbled down a note before slipping it under the handwavey pile of Dear Deadpool letters.

Then he glanced up. "No plotting," he said. The irony wasn't lost on him. "TV."

He turned the television on to CNN. For a moment, he hesitated above the couch, then sat down.

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Arashi raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, padding over to the couch and sat next to Wade in only a pair of loose, low hanging pants. It took his a moment to realize what Wade was watching.

“…..You’re watching CNN?” He blinked, taken a back. “You never watch CNN.” He looked back at Wade and moved so that he was in the merc’s lap and blocking the view of the television. “Tell me what’s going on.”

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"It's a good source of--"

Okay.

That marriage was definitely still in existence.

He couldn't quite manage to surpress the suprised, mildly disturbed expression that flitted over his face momentarily.

Well, with his work done, this was probably as good a time as any to try that little trick he'd been working on... Even without telepathy, a mind is still-- just another ocean of information. Somewhere to swim.

Nate closed his-Wade's-their eyes. He pushed back into Wade's mind, like diving backwards, carving some semblance of a tunnel in -- just something he could, potentially, use...

Even if it didn't quite go as far down into Wade's subconscious as he'd like it to go right now.

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“Wade?” Arashi blinked again, looking really concerned as he placed a hand on Wade’s shoulder. He had definitely caught the disturbed look on the merc’s face and it didn’t make Arashi feel any better about Wade’s stranger-than-usual behavior.

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Wade blinked, confused as to how he got onto the couch with Arashi on his lap. He wasn't complaining, of course, but still...

(This has to be the best blackout ever)

"Yeah?"

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“Are you sure you’re okay?” Arashi looked really freaked out and wary as he held onto Wade’s shoulder tightly. “You’re watching CNN and when I climbed into your lap you were looking kind of… I dunno, disgusted.”

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(...Okay, not so much the best blackout ever then.)

Wade peered around Arashi to see that, yes, it was CNN on. "But I hat CNN. Unless they're covering something to do with Anna Nicole..." His hands found their way to Arashi's hips, holding onto him for some sort of stability. These things were really starting to freak him out. It wouldn't have been so hard if it didn't happen around other people at least. Easier to ignore then.

"That's not possible, trust me on that," He replied, starting to babble just a bit. "I mean, sure, I like boobs as much as the next guy, but hot ninja on my lap!"