Wade &#39;Deadpool&#39; Wilson

Rosette also followed Deadpool's pointing. And snerked. "Those stuck good," she commented, proud of her weetiny handiwork.

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Deadpool nodded. "That frosting is like sugary glue."

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"If we tried to take them off, do you think the paint will come with?"

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"No!" Rosette looked distressed and moved in to retrain Shuichi back if she had to. "Don't t ry to remove them! It's like...my little keepsake to you guys! So you never forget me!"

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"Like we could ever forget our favorite nun!"

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"Oh my god, I wouldn't remove it then!!" Shuichi flailed in apology for even thinking of it.

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"Yay, the cupcakes stay!" Rosette tossed her arms up...and then immediately back down over her stomach with a groan because, yeah, that quick movement was not a good idea.

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"We'll even label them so the people who are in the house after us know that it's your cupcake," Wade said, eyeing the nun suspiciously.

"Are you pregnant with the new baby Jesus? Oh my god, are you Nate's real mom?!"

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"We could encase them in bullet proof glass! Then no one will remove them! It'll take the demolition of this house to get those cupcakes off the ceiling!" Pause. "Pregnant?!"

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Rosette grunted. "Yes, I'm pregnant. Immaculate conception. You all might as well be calling me Mary again. Why the hell would I be pregnant? I just ate too many cupcakes..."

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"Because the squirrels exaggerate, but not that much," Deadpool replied.

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"If one of those models got pregnant, they wouldn't make her get rid of the baby just because she looked a little bit..bigger would they?"

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"One of 'em already has a baby!" Rosette chimed in quickly, rather eager to move on from talk of why anyone would think she could possibly be pregnant. "The bitchy one that no one likes. See?" She pointed her out on the screen.

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Deadpool's silence probably said enough as to his opinion on the pregnant nun matter.

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"Really?" He tilted his head to the side. "Now?"

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Rosette drew in a slight breath with her eyes shifting slightly toward Deadpool. She didn't like it when he was quiet like that; it meant something was wrong and he was getting all testy again. But she tried to focus on Shuichi instead. "Her baby's back at home. She ditched the kid and the husband to go be a model." She nodded sagely.

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Deadpool busied himself with a cupcake. He wasn't angry about a certain biy named Dickweed at all, la.

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"That's aweful! That poor baby!" Shuichi made a gooey sad face at the thought of the poor kid sitting alone at his house.

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"Just think about when he's older, and all the kids make fun of him because him mom was a reality television dropout. That's assuming, of course, that she doesn't make it. BUt I don't think she will. I...I'm not sure who I'm rooting for..."

Okay, trying to talk more to make up for what Deadpool wasn't saying ran down; time to try plan B. "You got a favourite yet, Deadpool?" She nudged him.

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"The one that looks like Arashi when he was a chick," Deadpool said, half a cupcake in his mouth.

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Shuichi...didn't know what that looked like, so he remained pretty unresponsive to that, "How long before they figure out who wins?"

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Neither did Rosette, because she didn't even think she knew who Arashi was. But words! Yay! "They kick one girl out each week, so....however many girls are left is how many they have until one emerges victorious."

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"Like the Thunderdome, Shuichi. Or a cage fight with more makeup," Deadpool added helpfully.

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"So, once this fight is over...what does the winner get? Are they just the best model of all..?"

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