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Office Hours, All day Friday

-because I have cancer! And I'm stronger than that!

Deadpool leaned back in his chair, enjoying the cinematic masterpiece brought to him and his lil' Canadian buddy by the Lifetime channel. It had been playing non-stop since yesterday and Deadpool was almost certain that it would snap Grope-y Mcbadtouch over there out of whatever was affecting him.

He didn't know much about magic and was just piecing together information from various movie he had seen over the years. It worked pretty well so far.

Unless you count all the times it didn't turn out so nice, of course.

[[ooc: For the skater, but open for others if they want - and I'm a spaz and keep forgetting, Jude being there is NFB]]

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Jude winced when she said 'broken up'.

"No. Wasn't me. At all. I would never . . . n-not like that. Never if you didn't want me to."

Rikku nodded quickly. "Yeah. I know. I mean, I did know, I do know, I just ... it was so scary." She shivered. "You were mean. You're never mean. It was like ... you were someone else and you'd just been pretending all along. I felt sick."

There was a pause. "I don't know ... I mean, it's all kinda weird now, and ... it's probably gonna be weird for a bit, but ..." Rikku took a deep breath. "I don't wanna be split up. If you don't. I don't know how things are gonna be for a bit, but ... I don't want that."

Jude's head snapped up and he actually let himself smile. A small and very wobbly smile, but a smile nonetheless. "Really? You - you still want . . . me?"

"Yeah," she said softly. "I mean, I'm gonna need ... some time for ..." Mentor in the room. No mentioning smoochy sessions. "... everything, but ... yeah."

Rikku stepped forwardly tentatively, arms still wrapped around herself, and rested her forehead lightly against his chest. "I missed you."

Jude looked towards Deadpool and hoped he wasn't going to get his arms broken for this.

Very very slowly, his hands came up to rest on her upper arms - almost a hug without the actual, y'know, hugging bit. "I'm sorry," he said quietly.

No groping so far. Deadpool was pretty sure it wasn't going to happen again. Pretty sure. Especially now that he knew what would happen if he tried any of that with out any spirit fingery magic going on.

He cleared his throat loudly. "Well look at the time. Looks like it's time for me to go home and make sure Yuki hasn't killed poor little Cotton Candy over that manuscript of his." Pause. "Hopefully they won't be on the kitchen table again." He shuddered. "There isn't enough bleach in the world to make me eat there ever again."

Rikku straightened up, nodding up at Jude as she stepped out of his arms. "Yeah, and ... yeah. What you said." Okay, she hadn't followed half of what he'd said, but that was okay.

She turned to Deadpool and gestured vaguely. "I, uh, thanks for ... the whole ..."

The heck with it. She leaned forward and gave him a squeezy hug, sniffling. "Thank you."

Wade froze, arms raised slightly, and stared down at Rikku. After a few moments of mental flailing and, though he'd never admit it, a bit of physical flailing. He patted her back awkwardly.

"...you're welcome..."

And look at that. All it took to shut him up was a spazzy blond teenage girl. No need for grenades or duct tape.

Rikku straightened up again, flushing a bit because, hey, the mentor wasn't the hug-type, but really she couldn't help it. She cleared her throat, blushing a bit. "Yeah. Thanks. Okay."

And turned back to Jude. "You, uh, you probably need." She considered. "Food? How late is your diner open?"

"Still open," Jude said hesitantly. "You don't have to . . . I mean, I can just grab something . . ."

Rikku smiled, tentatively. "Or, you know, you can get me some food, too. Your treat." The smile was almost teasing. "They have milkshakes, and you have sucking up to do, right?"

Jude returned the tentative smile. "Yeah. A lot of sucking up to do." He lifted a shoulder. "Worse than what happened with Starr, eh?" It was almost a joke.

"Hmmm. I might have a different suck-up threshhold. Hard to say. Best to go all out and I'll let you know when you've caught up."

She turned back to Deadpool. "We, uh, I think we're heading out now, too. Thanks again and all that. See you later?"

Deadpool looked up from the Lifetime movie had had turned back on during the that guy from the creek type teen drama. He wanted to know if the main character overcame the cancer.

He waved. "Yes. Yes. Monday. Fighting with weapons." And that wasn't a pointed look at Jude at all.

Seriously.

Rikku stopped short at hearing that. "Weapons? Real ones? Do you mean it? Like ... like my Godhand?"

The expression on her face was almost reverent. It had been in storage for two months. Legendary weapons didn't belong in storage.

"As long as you're careful," Deadpool replied, nodding. Of course, he meant more careful about making him pissed and getting injured, but she didn't need to know that.

Rikku nodded solemnly. "I will be. I promise."

After all, ancient legendary weapons weren't replaceable.

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