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[x-deadpool.livejournal.com]

I love you. I miss you. Come home.

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[x-maverick.livejournal.com]

I am. Dry your tears.

[x-deadpool.livejournal.com]

I can't. Now they're tears of unadulterated joy.

[x-maverick.livejournal.com]

Those make me uncomfortable.

[x-deadpool.livejournal.com]

I know. Me, too. Want liquor?

[x-maverick.livejournal.com]

I want shirts that fit. But since the stores are closed, yes. I would like some liquor.

[x-deadpool.livejournal.com]

[1/3] Poor you, having muscles now that you didn't have before.
[2/3] I'll bring you a couple with the liquor.
[3/3] Should hold you over until you can get to an actual store.

[x-maverick.livejournal.com]

[1/3] As long as you do not mind me ripping them.

[2/3] Do you know of a shelter nearby I can drop old clothes off at?

[3/3] Nevermind. I should burn them.

[x-deadpool.livejournal.com]

[1/4] My muscles are bigger than yours, I think you'll be fine.
[2/4] I think if we soak them in ammonia first and then wash them
[3/4] you should be good to donate them. Or we could just
[4/4] have a bonfire or something.

[x-maverick.livejournal.com]

Did you measure me while I was comatose?

[x-deadpool.livejournal.com]

Wow, way to make it sound weird, dude.

[x-maverick.livejournal.com]

So you went to all that trouble but did not buy me shirts? I am mildly surprised.

[x-deadpool.livejournal.com]

[1/2] Personal autonomy and shit.
[2/2] It's important for you to be your own person. Or something.

[x-maverick.livejournal.com]

You can not say that to someone you measured while they were comatose.

[x-deadpool.livejournal.com]

Sure I can! And I can even mean it, too.

[x-maverick.livejournal.com]

Do you have whiskey?

[x-deadpool.livejournal.com]

Duh. It's like you don't even know me anymore.

[x-maverick.livejournal.com]

No more tears, Wilson.

[x-deadpool.livejournal.com]

Thank fuck, I was running out of onions.