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[mouthiness]

[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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[mouthiness]

[No see, now that he's done smacking he's good]

I'm fine. I could go for some enchiladas though.

[checklist]

Woooould... you like me to get you some?

[ She's just concerned for him. Anypony who walks in with their outfit shredded and then proceeds to beat their head with a journal obviously has some problems. ]

[mouthiness]

[Blinks at]

You'd get me enchiladas? do you even know what they are?

[checklist]

Why, yes I do, in fact! Ponies enjoy enchiladas, too! [ Well, if they have chimichangas, they probably have enchiladas.



....They're probably made with hay and oats though. ]

[mouthiness]

Seriously? You do?

Huh. I guess I underestimated you little guys.

[checklist]

Iiiis it really that surprising?

[mouthiness]

Well, yeah. You're a pony. When I think pony I don't think eater of delicious Mexican food.