mouthy_merc | 25 Unicorn Street, Wednesday Evening

ANTM Night was so much better when you didn't feel like walking vomit in a bag, and she had a good week and an even better weekend to look forward to, and the girls were particularly catty tonight. Which lead to a particularly bouncy nun. "I don't think a single one of those girls is having a single positive thought about another one right now. Isn't it fantastic?"

"I think they put something in the water," Deadpool replied, eating some popcorn.

"Snarkicide," Rosette lifted her eyebrows slightly as she sunk a little lower on the couch, getting comfortable and totally proud of her new, shiny made-up word.

Deadpool totally was proud of her too. "Snarkacide. That's a fun word."

"Totally is," Rosette agreed, grinning and reaching for a handful of popcorn and still trying to figure out why that one group got disqualified for the challenge. She must have missed something. She tried to think of another good word.

"Hey, you know what else is a fun word?"

"Spatula. Duct-tape. Duodenum. Spleen."

He could go on, really.

The grin on Rosette's face showed that she wouldn't mind that at all. But she did porevent the continuation by asking, "What's duodenum?"

"A part of the brain," Deadpool explained. "Not sure what it does though."

But people went down if you stabbed them there, he knew that.

"I like it," Rosette grinned, repeating it again, and then noticing that there was a commerical break (as if that ever really prevented them from babbling on and on anyway). She tilted her head toward Deadpool, resting it on his shoulder a little as she looked up at him. "Hey. I gotta favour to ask you."

Deadpool rested his head on hers because it was adorable.

"Kill someone for you? Maybe Dickweed?"

The giggling at the new title was nearly impulsive by now. "Nothing nearly as fun, I'm sorry. I wanna go to New York this weekend. Got some business to attend to." And she actually was thinking of actual business as she said it, and not the nefarious, un-nun-like plot that went along with it. "But I don't have a vehicle, and I found out you can't rent a car unless you're older than 25. Which means Yuki can't help me, either, and, although my papers say I was born in 1908, I think I might have some trouble actually pulling that off."

"What's in it for me?"

He hoped it was a kiss.

"Ummmm...." Rosette smiled cutely up at him. "My eternal adoration and love?" Griiin. "And I'll bring you back a souvenier?"

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Although she still felt going to visit a teacher at their house was weird, Turtle was excited for more birthday swag. And, if Mr. Yuki was around, she could be obnoxious to him like she couldn't in class because they wouldn't be in class. Mwa ha ha, ohh, loopholes. How Turtle loved thee.

She knocked on the door.

"It's un~locked!"

It always was because if someone wanted to steal from the house, they did so at their own peril.

Even weirder just walking into a teacher's house. So Turtle just stuck her head in the door after she opened it.

"Mr. Deadpool? It's me, your favouritest minion evar! I'm here to get my birthday swag!"

Deadpool was in the kitchen, getting some snacks ready for Rosette's visit and the ANTM par-tay.

"Come on in little minion o' mine."

So she did, but it took Turtle a little bit to find the kitchen.

"Nice place you got here. Was that a cupcake I saw on the ceiling in the living room? Where's Mr. Yuki?" Pause. "Do I want an answer to that question?"

Mr. Yuki could be murdering babies, though, for all she cared, because he gave her an extra ten bucks today, because she was quite clearly his best and favourite student. And? Population control.

"The cupcake is from when we were all wee, Yuki is writing and killing people's souls and no," Deadpool replied.

There was a small wrapped package on the table with a small automatic pistol inside for her.

Turtle nodded. Those were all sound and logical answers, of course...

Her eyes went to the package. "...That my birthday swag?"

Deadpool nodded. "It is and I expect you to practice safety with it."

No dead minions on his watch.

"Oooh, what is it? Can I open it now?"

Deadpool grinned and pushed it toward her. "Open away."

A small mess of wrapping paper soon littered the kitchen floor and Turtle eagerly opened up the box.

To a gun.

She paled a little. She'd...never even really seen a gun before, and she blinked at it like it might jump out of the box and bite her. A gun. An actual gun, and it would technically be hers.

"...Wow." She wasn't quite sure what kind of a wow that was. Kicking people was one thing; shooting them? She let out a long whistle. "Can...I even legally have one of these? I mean, they can't possibly allow these at the school. Otherwise, I'm sure I'd see half the student body armed to the teeth.."

"It's not loaded," He assured her once he noticed her pale face.

"And yup. There's a weapons locker or something for the kids to put them and a shooting range for you wacky youngin's."