Office Hours, Monday

[mouthy_merc]

Deadpool had not been hiding since Saturday. Not at all.

He had just been... Cleaning. Yes, cleaning house.

Lots of cleaning.

For when the husband returned.

Odd how cleaning meant hiding in his office and watching an ANTM marathon.

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[stocksgrrl]

Consider a few factors that left T.R. believing that Fandom was getting timelines all messed up yet again (bad micromanagement there, or something), she was struck with a morbid curiosity that just had to be satiated otherwise she couldn't focus on criticizing Apu's work down at the store. Morbid curiosity. That's all. Really.

Crossing her arms in front of her, T.R. leaned on the doorframe and realized that either red pajamas were timeless, or he was as Cassandra and Lulu before him, still the same. Which would almost be just as interesting as if he were here twenty years later.

"Busy?"

[stocksgrrl]

T.R. shook her head. "Nope. Too busy for them, and, besides, there's a good chance that Theo's a carrier of the disability that his brother has, so we didn't want to pass that along. Besides, my sister has a daughter, so I can reap all the benefits of manipulating her to be my protege without any of the actual work..."

[mouthy_merc]

Deadpool smiled at that. "Your own minion, very nice."

But he still thought she'd make a great mom.

[stocksgrrl]

Another nod. "I'd agree. She's smart as a...well, to use your metaphor, whip, too. Clearly got that from the Wexler side of her gene pool because her father's a complete idiot, but you don't want to just sit there and listen to me complain about my in-laws." Pause. Worried blink. "...Do you?"

[mouthy_merc]

Deadpool cocked his head to the side. "Well, I am kinda enjoying hearing about the whole successful future thing. I always thought you'd go that way."

Not, you know, like him.

[stocksgrrl]

"Well, in that case, you know I'm the youngest recorded multi-billionaire?"

[mouthy_merc]

"Highfive on that!" Deadpool held up his hand for the suggest gesture of awesome. "Unless you're also fighting crime in a mechanical suit in your spare time, then no highfive."

[stocksgrrl]

T.R. blinked a little, frowning at the hand before very uncertainly lifting her hand and bringing it to his. "Um, why would that mean no high five? I'm not, just so you know, fighting crime in a mechanical suit. I'm just curious as to why that's bad."

[mouthy_merc]

"Well then you're become an alcoholic and try to tear the superhero community apart at the seams in a big crossover event."

[stocksgrrl]

"If I become an alcoholic," T.R. pointed out, "it'll be because of genetics and not mechanical crime fighting suits."

[mouthy_merc]

Deadpool nodded. "That's true. Your mom was a bit..." He waved about vaguely to emphasize the drinking.

[stocksgrrl]

T.R. nodded with a sigh and a shake of her head. "Has only gotten worse, too. She has issues with me being so much more successful than she ever was. And the whole not having kids thing."

[mouthy_merc]

Deadpool frowned at that. What? He was still protective, sue him. "You'd make a good mom," He said quietly.

[stocksgrrl]

T.R. shot him a very skeptical look. "Would not," she responded. "If I had a kid, I'd end up like my mom and never be satisfied with her, and always give her crap, leaving her feeling embittered and constantly in need of success to prove herself just like I was."

...Am.

[mouthy_merc]

"Have you done it with your minion yet?"

[stocksgrrl]

"But that's different!" T.R. argued lightly. "Because at the end of the day, Alice never really has to deal with me if she doesn't want to..." She drew in a breath, unable to not see a connection there...