Office Hours, Monday

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Deadpool was in his office, being... Vice Principaly. Or something.

He still wasn't entirely sure what that meant other than plotting to take over the island for some nefarious purpose. So he was reading horrible RPS again.

It was starting to be a habit here, people.


[[Warning: super SP until done with work!]]

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"Keeping out of trouble?" Nate asked, poking his head in somewhere near the middle of the day.

"Trouble," Jan echoed. Then added: "Arrpees!"

She'd been yelling that all day. Nate was trying not to think about it.

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"I always stay out of trouble," Deadpool insisted, fooling absolutely no one with that look of wounded innocence he had going there. "Have you been taking her to Arbys? Because that's just asking for an E coli filled Jack-In-The-Box incident there, you know. Badness all around, let me tell you."

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"I haven't," said Nate.

Honestly, it was a miracle he hadn't started growing his own crops just to be on the safe side. "I'm not sure it means anything."

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"Or it could be her code word to get everyone to kill all humans," Wade suggested, proving how he really shouldn't watch the History Channel on weekends where a Dan Brown movie premiered. He got way too into conspiracy theories.

"And then she'll take over and rule over us all with one grubby fist. Innid dat right?" Oh god, baby talk. "Who's our benevolent dictator? You are! You are!"

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"Fiiiiiist," Jan provided, dutifully, and giggled. That wasn't disturbing at all.

"You're a bad influence," Nate said, sounding utterly amused by the concept. "We'll get you Panama."

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"I am an excellent influence."

No he wasn't.

"So! What do I owe this lil' visit to?"

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"Lunch break," Nate said, like that explained it. "I figured I'd get Jan some fresh air..."

"Fist," Jan repeated, and demonstrated the point by slamming a wee one against the baby pouch. ...Probably not on purpose.

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"It's very threatening," Wade assured her. "Ya know, you really should let her walk on her own. Builds character. None of those wimpy strollers for this kid."

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"When she's older," Nate said, automatically. "But I might let her run around your office..." That was meant mostly as a joke. Mostly.

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"...why are you such a cruel man?"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Because I can," he said, easily. "How are the new students coming along...?" Pause. "I heard someone familiar came into town."

He'd heard from the radio. While Wade was casting it.

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"Ooooh, yes. Shulkie, some guy claiming not to be our favorite swamp rat with VD, and a wee baby Emma Frost."

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She-Hulk wasn't much of a concern. The others... "Gambit and Emma are here," he said. "The same as last time...?"

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"Students this time," Wade replied, digging around in his desk for something shiny to give to Jan.

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"Hm," Nate said, while Jan's eyes got progressively bigger. "I take it Gambit's still a buttmunch."

Such progress, his vocabulary had made.

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"Well, duh." Wade offered some keys that he wasn't actually sure where they went to.

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And look at Jan's little hands streeeetching out towards the target!

"I don't remember seeing his name on any of the paperwork," Nate mused, thoughtfully.

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"Well, he might not actually be the little dweeb, but he's his double, so I think it still works."

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There was a pause.

"Try not to torture him too much."

Note the addendum of the words 'too much'. Nate's dislike of Gambit was vast.