29 Chimera Court, Monday Afternoon

[mouthy_merc]

It was home improvement day on HGTV, so there was Wade, not planning his class and wondering if next time he should teach a class on interior design. He was damn good at painting stuff. Probably. Never actually did it before

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[light_a_spark]

After making sure everything at the station was in order, Roy just needed to settle one more thing. Which was why he rang the doorbell at Yondaime's house, figuring the mercenary would probably be here if he wasn't living in his own house.

[mouthy_merc]

Well assumptions were just wrong and... okay so maybe Wade was living there. Didn't mean anything.

Shut up.

Deadpool looked down at Max. Nope, fox wasn't moving. "Come iiiin! Not looooocked!"

[light_a_spark]

Telling himself it wasn't weird in the slightest, Roy pushed the door open and followed the sounds into the living room.

"Deadpool," he greeted, because Mister Deadpool sounded stupid and and the name still amused him too much not to use it.

[mouthy_merc]

"Ooo!" Deadpool replied, not looking away from the TV yet. "You're good at that! All shivery sounding."

[light_a_spark]

Roy raised an eyebrow and bit back a comment about faking certain things as he was here to ask for a favour. Then again, it was a favour for Aly. Besides, his attention had briefly turned to the television.

"Well, that explains a lot," he couldn't help but let slip. Okay, maybe he just didn't want to help it.

[mouthy_merc]

Deadpool grinned. It wasn't a happy grin. "Oh? What explains a lot?"

[light_a_spark]

"What mercs do in their pass time," he replied dryly and decided to get to the point. "I had a favour to ask."

[mouthy_merc]

The grin didn't go away or get any friendlier. "Don't treat me like I'm stupid. That mistake usually gets people killed." Then the grin seemed less... psychotic and more natural. "Whatcha want, Sheriff Pornstar?"

[light_a_spark]

It wasn't the threat that made him blink. "What?"

[mouthy_merc]

"What," Deadpool asked slowly, as if speaking to a small child. "Did you." You pointed at Roy to make the you clear. "Want?"

[light_a_spark]

Roy's eyes narrowed, his fingers moving together even if he was wearing his usual gloves and then he remembered the fun games he was going to get to play at home. "I need to head out of town today, but Aly won't be back until tomorrow. Can you keep an eye on Ow and Dee?" he asked shortly.

[mouthy_merc]

Of course he would, but... come on. Sheriff Pornstar!

Deadpool paused, as if thinking it over. "I dunno... I have a very busy day..."

[light_a_spark]

"I'm sure Aly will appreciate that," Roy replied, his tone still short and he was already turning on his heels. He'd ask Ralph. "You might want to check your house for visitors."

[mouthy_merc]

"Kerrigan? Been there, done that, Sheriff Mustang," Deadpool called after him with a small smirk. "You're way too serious about this, you know that? Give yourself an ulcer any minute now."

[light_a_spark]

Roy stopped midstep and half turned towards Deadpool. Perhaps he was, but the idea of going back to Amestris to get lectured wasn't one he was looking forward to. "I don't have time to make it an amusing request," he said.

[mouthy_merc]

"I didn't say amusing, really all I ask is that you don't waltz into here and insult me like that," Deadpool told him with a cheerful smile. "Then I might have actually taken you seriously."