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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[sound_loyalty]

Kabuto wasn't looking for trouble. He was exploring.

And if that exploring happened to lead him to the Yondaime Hokage's husband's old office, well...

"You're still here," Kabuto said by way of introduction, watching Deadpool from the doorway. The hood on his cloak was up, hiding the left side of his face in shadow.

[sound_loyalty]

"Nice? That's more plastic than a CPR dummy." Kabuto shuddered.

[mouthy_merc]

Well... Deadpool had to give him that.

"True. But it's better than Tyra's forehead."

[sound_loyalty]

"Maybe. I think it's more intimidating, really." Kabuto had to look away.

[mouthy_merc]

Because he was weak. Weak like pudding.

(Hmmm, pudding.)

"Isn't it a fun show?"

[sound_loyalty]

No...Kabuto just wasn't interested in watching little girls parade around in nothing but ribbons while plastic women and an afro with arms picked them apart. It was just not his sort of thing.

"...No. It's a waste of time."

[mouthy_merc]

"Which makes it wonderful!" Deadpool replied cheerfully.