Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Friday Evening

[mouthy_merc]

Deadpool had a mission. A mission that didn't involve black suits, fedoras and sunglasses, nor blues.

...maybe next time.

He was on a mission to get some damn sex. So there he was, waiting around in Nate's bed--grenade free and weapons all carefully put away--and getting bored. Where the hell was a know it all mutant messiah when you need them?

[[For the only guy there.]]

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade stopped flailing, falling back on the bed instead. "Does this mean we have to cuddle?"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Sanely, Nate tilted his head towards him and said, "I don't think there's actually a play-by on this one."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade considered that for a moment. "...wanna get a pizza and shoot things downstairs?"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

A short pause.

"Sure," Nate said, "Why not."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I get to use the big one!" Wade said, rolling off the bed and stealing Nate's pants.