Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Sunday Morning

[mouthy_merc]

So, Nate was still a dog. Which made for awkward conversations about walkies. And good ones about selling Nate's things on E-Bay when he got all Nate-ish at him.

Sucks to be a dog!

"So, you're still all furry," Deadpool said, taking a sip of his delicious coffee. "I gotta say, not into that kinda thing. I mean, sure, Wolvie may have his charms when played by that hunky Aussie, but this is a biiiit much."

[[For the doggy in the window]]

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The look on Nathan's face was pretty clear about his opinion about the entire subject currently being discussed.

He barked at Wade once, annoyed, and a little clipped. Then gave in to the urge to gnaw on his left front paw.

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"What? Didja want coffee?" Wade asked, being the nicest whatever-the-hell-they-were-without-gettin'-gay-about-it he could be. "I'm sorry, it's not good for dogs."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Nate bit spitefully into his paw, then glanced up anew.

Bark.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...and no telepathy."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Nate pulled himself up and skittered onto the floor, pacing towards Wade with clear purpose in his big husky eyes. He put his paws up on the couch. He barked twice just to get the point across.

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"Jan fell down a well? The old barn is on fire?" Wade tried. "Nate, I don't speak your dog-speak. This isn't a handy comic book where we have implausible skills at foreign language or randomly English speakin' aliens!"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

The dog made a frustrated noise - for a dog, at least - and yanked his paws off of the couch.

He trotted towards the bedroom, where he picked up a pair of pants and promptly dragged it back into the living room.

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"...Nate, I'm not that pet owner. I mean, sure. I let Jan put bows in your hair, but that's different!"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Nate huffed at him, then got back up on the couch with his front paws, and yanked the pillow away from under Wade's back. Soon, now.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade glared at him, having to sit upright now. "Hey! No Pupperoni for you today!"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Nate dumped it on the floor--

-- which was right about the moment where he ceased being a puppy and started being a very naked man on a pillow.

"...Hm."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I maintain my statement about Pupperoni."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"I can live with that," Nate muttered, snagging his pants with one hand. "Let's not do that again."

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"Hey, at least it wasn't a lemming this time," Wade pointed out kindly.

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Very kindly.

Nate slipped the pants on, arching up a little to pull them up over his ass. "So what did I miss?" he asked, like he wasn't going to spend the rest of the afternoon watching Al Jazeera.

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"I taught a class about feminist tactics," Wade informed him smugly. "Finally, someone appreciates my talents as a feminist."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"You think blatantly exploitative porn is 'hot'," Nate pointed out, idly, tossing the pillow back on the couch.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"But I respect them for doing it!"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"I'm not sure that exactly falls under the banner of feminism, Wade..." He stood up.

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Wade just shrugged. "Eh, it's close enough, I think."

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"Also, I don't think we have a feminist tactics instructor at the school," Nate continued, pausing and assuming a thoughtful look. Thinking about it now.

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"It was tactics and a bunch of chicks," Wade replied. "So, I made a few assumptions. Big deal!"

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Nate's dubious face was dubious.

"Right," he said.

And then, the international sign of letting it go: "Grab some beer from the fridge."

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"Brush your teeth," Wade shot back, pushing himself up onto his feet to do that. "No way in hell am I kissin' dog food breath."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Romance isn't dead yet," Nate established, dryly. He rubbed the back of his head to check if everything was in place, then threw back a, "Where's Jan?" as he moved...

... to the bathroom, yes. Shut up.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Havin' a tea party with your dog!"

Look, Tether was very mellow with her. Max, on the other hand, was hiding.

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"..."

Nate grabbed his toothbrush from the rack.

"Inside the building?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"No, at the X-Mansion. Where else would it be?"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Just making sure." Nate popped back out of the bathroom with his toothbrush in his mouth.

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"We learned to juggle knives too," Wade added, placing the beers down on the coffee table. Yes. At this time of the morning.

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"...You and Jan?"

Now Nate was worried again. Also, tossing his toothbrush back at the sink and walking into the living room to snatch a beer.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Oh, totally. She's getting better at machetes."

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Nate sighed. "After her next birthday," he muttered.