Wade 'Deadpool' Wilson (
mouthy_merc) wrote2009-11-17 04:13 pm
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Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Tuesday Afternoon
Everyone else was back to normal and so Wade was biding his time for his return of thumbs. And normal vocal cords. That chick with the laptop just hadta be about to change him back. Right?
Right?
Eh, screw it. He learned how to open the fridge like this. He was set for freakin' life.
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Right?
Eh, screw it. He learned how to open the fridge like this. He was set for freakin' life.
[ for the occupant of the apartment ]
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He changed the channel away from CNN.
"Ohhh yeeeeeah."
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Jan padded around the couch to finally achieve her goal, being Wade's leg, and Nate leaned over the back of said couch. "Satisfied?"
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His eyes flicked down. "You've got sauce on the back of your head."
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Jan just clung to Wade's body with a giggle.
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"Now, it's time for Dora. Jan needs to be bilingual, you know. Something-lingual, at least." A beat. "You teachin' her that wacky Askani too? I betcha are."
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He might've muttered an Askani word or two and gotten a giggle (and some drool) in return.
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"See, now I can ask her what the hell you're sayin'."
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Jan babbled something about Dora and pointed at the screen. "I see it," he assured her.
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