25 Unicorn Street, Wednesday Evening

[mouthy_merc]

It was ANTM night again and there was Deadpool in front of the television, bitching about the girls needing a sandwich.

Especially that Jaslene girl.

[[ooc: for the roommates, nun, and turtle]]

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[nun-better.livejournal.com]

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

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Well now, how can I say no to a souvenier? Will it be a foam finger?"

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

"Do you want it to be a foam finger?" Rosette asked. She wasn't sure she knew exactly what that was (obviously a finger made of foam, but was that it?), but she'd ask. And hope it wasn't as dirty as she was thinking it could be.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"It is up to you my little nun friend," Deadpool replied. "Just no hearting New York shirts. I have enough of them."

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

"Okay. Anything else?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Hmmm.

"Maybe a kiss?"

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette smirked up at him. She was hoping he might ask that.

"Ah, but wouldn't me giving you a kiss for doing me a favour pretty much be prostituting myself? You don't even want to know what they do to nuns who prostitute themselves."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Behold, the Deadpool puppy eyes. Fear their might.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Oh, they were mighty indeed. Rosette giggled a little. "That's why you'll just get the souvenier. The kiss," she said as she stretched up to give him a kiss that...okay, she intended it to be just quick and chaste but once she got there it lingered a little more. "Is jus' 'cause."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"No complaints here," Deadpool replied, tilting his head down for another kiss.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Rosette bit her lip, hesitating a little before delivering the expected kiss. She...probably shouldn't have even kissed him that first time, what with everything that had been going on with John lately, but...she couldn't just deny him it, either, because then he'd get all moody and she hated when he got like that. And she couldn't just be coy and flirt her way out of it because she didn't want to have to do that. She still rather liked kissing him. So she did, quickly, and then swiftly went to cuddling into his arm to take her out of prime kissing position.

"Oh, look. Models."

Smooooooooth, Rosette. Like butta.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade blinked down at her, stifling a frustrated scream.

"Yes. Very modely."

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Hey! Words! That was...a good sign. She'd averted...normal moody, anyway.

"Sooooo, vehicle can be available by Friday?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

There was an eye twitch she probably wouldn't notice and a very tight smile.

"Sure."

God he wanted to kill something. He wanted to go and take the bloodiest job out there and just let loose.

[nun-better.livejournal.com]

Nope, couldn't see it. Rosette's eyes were firmly trained on the television screen. But she could feel...something. Which was the reason for the quietness in her voice as she said, "Thank you..."