Office Hours, Sunday

[mouthy_merc]

Deadpool was writing in a journal today. Not that he did that normally-- it was more Hayden's thing, after all. That damn scene stealing bastard.

Day three of office hours

I fear my sanity may be slipping as the parents and siblings just keep coming. Wave after endless wave! All with questions and demands and no baked goods to bribe me with. When will it stop? When will this horrible and pointless weekend stop?

Tell Cindy she's still my best gal.

Deadpool

Okay, so maybe the WWI helmet and melodrama had been a bad idea in retrospect.

Comments

[notsomerry.livejournal.com]

"It went fine." At least he was still not trying to hit on her. "So..."

And back to the awkward.

"...How's the wife? How's the kids?"

Oh god, now she was echoing him.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Divorced, thanks for asking," Deadpool replied cheerfully.

[notsomerry.livejournal.com]

"...I'm going to need a very large drink on the plane back."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...is it because you pine for me?" Deadpool asked, leaning over his desk like a schoolgirl.

[notsomerry.livejournal.com]

"...No, Wade," she said, pulling back and looking... well, mildly creeped out. "I certainly don't pine for you..."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"It's okay, I won't tell!"

[notsomerry.livejournal.com]

"Why," she said, aloud, "Do I keep putting myself into a position where I have to confront your strange and twisted way of thinking? I could have just stayed in bed..."

Lapse in judgment or not. The man was pretty.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool just batted his eyes at her. A lot.

[notsomerry.livejournal.com]

"I'm leaving now," she informed him, and got up. "I better not get any phone calls about you."