MCA #10, Friday Afternoon

[mouthy_merc]

There was an America's Next Top Model marathon on the TV, but Deadpool wasn't paying it any attention. There was an overly affectionate kitten in his lap, and he was only petting it distractedly, ignoring the other kitten who was attempting to gnaw is ankle off.

He was just... waiting.

Quietly.

Patiently.

This could not bode well.

[[ooc: Posted with permission, for the inhabitant of the apartment.]]

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. "And if it doesn't? And he leaves?"

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"If that's the worry, I don't think letting him think you called him by-" she failed at defining that relationship, "-Nate's name is going to help."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Friend. They were friends. You know, when they weren't trying to control or kill each other.

"Maybe."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Friend. Right. Of course. Just like Arashi and Wade are just roommates.

"Want me to talk to him?" she asked.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

They were! Living in the same house and all that.

"You would?" Wade asked, disbelieving.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Of course," Aly replied, shocked that he'd think otherwise. "Friend, remember?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

And that would be a mercenary hugging her. Gently due to the injuries, but hugging nonetheless. "Best. Friend. Ever."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly hugged him back, not caring about her injuries at all. "Well, duh," she murmured.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Shut up, not like I was social other than going on a job or hanging out with Nate and Weasel before coming here." He... could get used to the hugging.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Exactly," Aly told him, completely for the hugging right now too. "That's why I know it's true."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... Tricksy spy that you are," Wade replied with a small grin.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly chuckled. "Don't you forget it."