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[Deadpool has honestly seen better days. Better days when his costume wasn't dirty and ripped to hell and you couldn't smell him from twenty feet away. He's just going to shuffle over to a couch in the lobby, plopping down on it with a heavy sigh. It takes him a couple of seconds to notice the journal on the floor by his head]

So there you are. Some help you were... And before anyone asks, I don't want to talk about it.


((Open everywhere ahhh I've missed you guys ; ; ))

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I'm sure.

[She considers him for a moment before sighing.]

Come on, let's get something to eat. My treat.