29 Chimera Court, Saturday Morning

[mouthy_merc]

It was Saturday morning and that meant one thing in the Uzumaki-Wilson household.

Waffles.

And bad children's cartoons, but mostly the waffles.

Deadpool loved his new waffle maker so much. It could turn into a grill too! Oh, George Forman, was there anything you couldn't do?

[[OOC: Open for anyone who has reason to be by! Plus... waffles.]]

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[the_merriest]

"Maybe they just cover it up better," Rikku said softly. "They bombed my city into the ground. They arrested Yunie for treason, and ordered all of us to be executed. And then when they needed us, they told everyone that had never happened, it was a filthy lie spread by the filthy Al Bhed. You know, the ones living on an airship because their city's gone."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Very tragic, yes. And very Civil War of you, but... kiddo... that doesn't mean shit in the real world. Especially in my job. Genocide is kind of a reoccuring theme in history, you see."

A beat.

"And I can't believe I'm defending the little shithead, but... you really don't have any right to judge him. If ya want me to say it's okay, I really can't. All the crap in the past isn't who people are now necessarily. You just keep-- walking forward."

[the_merriest]

"It's hard to just ignore it when they're your people," she said, looking over with a frown. "I'm ... not judging him, either. Am I? I didn't ... think i was. I mean. He had ... I think maybe his life was bad, really bad, before it, and I don't think he had anything else. I don't think he's evil. I just ... don't know if I can handle ... being with him, and not thinking he's them. The people that did that to us."

Deep breath. "Maybe that is. I don't mean to. I don't hate him. I just ... don't know what to do."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Just ask Nate about that bit, really.

Fun times.

Deadpool shrugged. "Figure it out. No one can tell you what to do here, Rikku. The government made me the way I am now. Do I have issues with them?" He paused to think it over. "A little. But a job is a job if they're willing to pay an ungodly amount."

Or weren't doing something he specifically disapproved of.

[the_merriest]

She nodded. "You really think ... the government here isn't like that, though? I mean. They ... did bad things to you."

For which she would slice them into tiny pieces, if she ever knew who to slice.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Another shrug. "Shit happens, kid. Sitting around and brooding about it is just boring."

Booze was much more fun!

[the_merriest]

"Doesn't make it okay." Rikku shook her head. Oooh, hey, more waffles were done. "I don't know. I feel like yelling at him and throwing things and I know how stupid and unfair that is. So I don't. But I don't know what I should do. And I'm sorry to be all. Um. Ruining your brunch and we can totally switch to more minionly thing now."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

No, she really couldn't.

"Then go do that then. Maybe it'll help."

[the_merriest]

"Do you think?" Rikku asked. "It's ... gotta be better than not saying anything. Right?"