29 Chimera Court, Saturday Morning

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There were cartoons of a vaguely frightening quality on and a massive bowl of Trix that Arashi refused to eat.

Oh yeah, it was safe to say that Deadpool was unaware of the imminent doom in humanoid form heading his way this morning.

"Oh, Bugs Bunny, when did you get so edgy?"

[[OOC: For the husband, sproglets and/or anyone who might visit!]]

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"Irene?" Deadpool shook his head for a moment. "Where are you going?"

He turned to the other one. "Where is she going?"

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"Beer," Jean said, nodding wisely. She smiled a tiny little smile up at Daddy.

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"Beer--" Deadpool just watched her closely. That was oddly comforting and kinda disturbing that they knew him that well. "So... what are your names?"

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"She's Terry," Jean replied, siddling a little closer to daddy on the couch. "I'm Jean. You and father always have beer and we're not allowed to know but he's not here, so."

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Terry came back with... more than enough beer and some chocolate milk and cake she found and some chicken and ice cream...

All a little wobbly as it was help with telekinesis.

"...he can't talk to us about it!"

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...

"No spilling on the carpet, Arashi will kill me." Frowning a little, he looked them both over again.

"You both look like him."

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Jean reached over with a tendril of her own telekinesis to snag some pie. "Bodyslide accident. Made father look really weird when we said."

She may have smirked a little.

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"Did he boggle?" Because that was important as he snagged a beer from the air.

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"He looked funny!" Terry confirmed cheerfully, setting each thing down on the coffee table slowly.

Good control.

Father always said she needed more of that.

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"He was making notes!"

Jean kicked her feet against the couch. Gently. Really. "Models?"

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Deadpool sighed, nodding. "Models."

That made them his kids a lil' too much, really.

"...wait, aren't you two too young to have those crazy powers?"

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"Phoenix!" Terry said, finally done with the dishes as she crawled onto the couch on the other side of her Daddy.

Beer for Father too, you think?"

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Definitivelely.

Jean leaned her head against Daddy's side. Totally daddy.

De-sad stage one.

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Terry joined her on that, nibbling on the cake. ...what's definitivivively mean?

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Dunno. Something father says a lot.

"Nicer's better. Can we take some beer to father?"

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...Riiiight.

Deadpool eyed them both again, setting in a way that might have had his arms over the back of the couch so as to not touch them too much. "Maybe later."

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But Jean just dug her head further into Daddy's side to make up for it. "Gonna get ice cream and models now," she mumbled, "And then we're gonna find Tyra."

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Terry wiped chocolatey hands on his costume, sighing and watching the show start.

"Can we poke her forehead?"

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"...Yes. And only if I get to as well."

He rocked at parenting.

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"We'll fly there," Jean nodded. Into the costume. Of course. "With costumes."

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"You two have costumes?"

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"Mine's red!" Terry shouted even though the level of loud wasn't necessary. "And it has yellow on it and it's got a cape!"

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"Mine's blue an' yellow," Jean said, trying to follow the figures on the screen and oh look there was the loud one! "Summers colors."

There was a little pride in that.

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Pausing for a moment, he patted the both awkwardly.

"Maybe we should wait for your Father for those things..."

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"Can't," Jean mumbled. "Irene says no talking when he's brooding an' maybe he'll get tired."