Office Hours, All day Thursday

[mouthy_merc]

After spending the rest of the night wandering around town after his date because he didn't want to go home and walk in on Yuki and Cotton Candy having sex on the kitchen table or something, Deadpool was tired.

So tired, in fact, he was sleeping on his desk as he waited for his new minions to show up.

Good thing he's such a light sleeper that someone coming in his office would wake him up.

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[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"I'm not exactly a great shot," Tyler offered. "I can use a gun, but they always freak me out a little." If he looked, Deadpool would probably notice the gunshot scar on Tyler's cheek and jaw as testimony to why he felt that way.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool did notice, but still... Guns!

"No guns, gotcha. Knives?"

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"I said that weird," Tyler said. "I want to get to be better with guns. And I prefer fists, but I'll try knives."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Ah. Good. Guns are our friends, especially when your getting chased by angry soldiers or rent-a-cops."

(These are the best minions ever!)

"I'll call you to set up a time for sparring and target practice."

[tyler-gone.livejournal.com]

"The trick is getting rent-a-cops on your side," Tyler said.

(Best mentor ever!)

"Thanks, Mr. Deadpool. I'll see you later."