He runs around in a circle swinging his katanas around like a mad man.
T̲H̲E̲ ᴰᴱᴬᴰᴾᴼᴼᴸ .ᐣ.ᐟ
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Casually scratching his back with a dismembered arm... then putting it back into place.
Scratchin' his ass while staring at the TL. Don't mind him.
"Yeah, that's me alright. Winging-it-Wade." He let out a chuckle, shaking his head. Clapping his hands. "Anywho!" "How goes it? If you don't mind me asking, of course!"
"Vinging-it-Vade." He snorted a little behind the mask, just then realizing that to sneeze in it would be a fresh hell.
"You act as though that's a common occurrence with me — and yeah, you'd be right... but... well, I'm just wingin' it."
@mercwithamouth.bsky.social --+-- "Vade, Mein Fruend - are you here to clown about or is this one of those times you are vorking for one of the bad men?"
He gazed at where he cut 'em, then back at him. "Oh. That's gonna leave a mark." Gladly! Poking the bear IS a Deadpool speciality, after all.
Aaaaand there the claws go into Wade’s gut. He knew he’d be able to walk way from it. “Away from you.” Now he’s annoyed… so please keep poking the bear.
Before he could even blink, Deadpool appeared in front of him. Of course he didn't heed the warning! It went from one ear, and out the other, just like that. Typical. "Buddy, pal, amigo, compadre... where ya heading off to?"
“I’m going to get up and walk away now, Wade. If you follow me you’ll have three new holes to spew more bullshit out of.” Cue him walking away.
Cue him leaning against the wall, as so. Hand in pocket. "I'll take that as a compliment!" He's totally not enjoying every bit of it. Totally.
He tapped his cigar on the ashtray. “No. We are not ‘besties’. You’re a pain in my ass.” Getting more and more annoyed by the second now.
"Aw, shucks! You're making me blush!" He shook his head, chuckling. "Aren't we, like... total besties or something? I think I have a couple of those, surprisingly enough."
“I ( was ) having a good one.” He looked up at Wade, visibly annoyed. “Then you showed up.”
That same cheeky grin widened, if not already, on his features via mask. "Really? Is Mr. Grumpypants having a bad day?"
His head dropped. He knew it was too good to be true. “No.” Logan spoke and sighed. “I don’t, Wade.”
"Sorry to rain on your parade, but... oh, actually, I'm not sorry at all." He said, pausing. Before continuing. "Wanna go grab a couple of cold ones later? My treat."
Finally. Some quiet.
You know what's funny? Existential crisis. That's funny.
Being all over the place is a Deadpool speciality. Don't tell anyone I said that, though.
He was (currently) occupied... while painting glass figurines of various horn-clad, bright-colored horses, one at a time, adding in the glitter as he does so, placing them on a shelf. What? Even a wise-cracking, son-of-a-gun like himself, has niche lil hobbies. Don't judge.
Wiping down his blades while staring at the TL.
"Oh, thanks for noticing! I do tend to carry a bag of tricks everywhere I go," Deadpool said, taking out a grenade, emphasizing his point.
❛ Ya got cool gadget’s ‘n I’m lookin’ at ‘em. ❜ Talk about being nosey .ᐟ The jester didn’t know what ‘ not touching 、don’t bother ‘ meant ; least not until it 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 her in .̲.̲.̲
Bam. Another bottle goes down. Don't mind him... just gettin' some firing practice outta the way. Bam! Another bottle goes down.
Casually munching on a chimichanga very obnoxiously. Nom, nom, nom.. sluuurp.
"Just makin' small talk. And also because... nah, that's basically it. Small talk."
“Yeah” she answered simply, sounding a little confused. Truthfully, she didn’t like Hello Kitty that much… but she didn’t dislike it either. “ Why are you asking? ”
"Okay, Caelina. Can I just say that you're kind of a weirdo...in a good way, of course. I like weird." He paused for a moment, then spoke again, "You into Hello Kitty?" "Asking for a friend." There is no such friend. "Shut up!"
“Caelina.” She introduced herself briefly while staring at him. “I like it when people call me by my name.”
"Hmm, let me think about it...okay." He offers the heart back to her. "Anywho! Just to get introductions out of the way, I'm Deadpool. Merc with a mouth. And you are?"
“I thought you were gonna give me your heart.” She giggled softly, tilting her head a little as she looked at him.
"Oh, hey, I was wondering where that went." He said, while bending on one knee, grabbing his heart. "Whoo. So squishy. Squish, squish, squish..."
“Oops!” Caught by the reader while she still had someone’s heart in her hand before casually letting it drop onto the floor.
Nothing better than good ol' existential dread in the morning... is it morning? Oh, whatever.