Office of the Vice Principal, Wednesday

[mouthy_merc]

Deadpool wasn't sad to no longer be a pony. Nope, not at all.

Okay, maybe a little. Cram it.

That might have been why he was actually in his office. The place he stored paperwork that he didn't want to do. "Wow, this place is dusty," he said to no one in particular. Because needless descriptions were damn fun, okay?

[[Open, of course!]]

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[trigons_child]

Raven had words for Deadpool. She wasn't freaky! And neither was Jono.

She tapped on his door to get his attention. "Professor Deadpool, may I speak to you?" she said politely.

[mouthy_merc]

Freeeeeeaky goths.

"Only if I can sigh in a dramatic fashion over the lack of awesome hooves."

[trigons_child]

Raven blinked. "If you wish," she said slowly. "Though I am relieved at being restored to my true form again." One could not type with hooves, or read, or apply black eyeliner.

[mouthy_merc]

"But I was so fluffy!"