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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[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?"