Of course not. Saxsice had just as much impulse control and respect for warnings as Deadpool did. They were both quite mature individuals with a healthy sense for how to take care of themselves in a truly weird carnival environment. Yep.
Deadpool laughed aloud suddenly, because such narration kind of deserved that.
"Oh yeah, I'm normal sized now!!! And by normal, I mean tall, and with great muscles, and muscles on top of muscles that shouldn't exist but do because Rob Liefeld. Isn't it cool? Wanna poke one?" He holds out his arm with an odd muscle lump that looks cool but is in no way anatomically correct.
He glances at her reflection. "That you looks like she's in perpetual need of a long, comforting hug that lasts just a little too long and makes you think sex stuff but doesn't go there and then you just feel all awkward and uncomfortable because I mean you were thinking sex stuff and that's not bad and is actually kinda fun but you didn't get sex stuff so you wonder if you should have been thinking it and maybe it was just a hug after all but why was it so long? If you're an adult, that is. She's a child. You don't do that to children. But you're an adult and it's your reflection and you have eight boobs so. I dunno. It's confusing. I wonder what'll happen if you/she gets it?"
And then Deadpool is hugging Saxsice because what are boundaries when you've ridden someone bareback? As he does so, he looks at her reflection to see if anything happens.
"Eh, it's me. That's what I wear all the time, when I'm not here and able to get new costumes when I blow myself up. Honestly, if I could kill my reflection and gank his costume, I would."
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Deadpool laughed aloud suddenly, because such narration kind of deserved that.
"Oh yeah, I'm normal sized now!!! And by normal, I mean tall, and with great muscles, and muscles on top of muscles that shouldn't exist but do because Rob Liefeld. Isn't it cool? Wanna poke one?" He holds out his arm with an odd muscle lump that looks cool but is in no way anatomically correct.
He glances at her reflection. "That you looks like she's in perpetual need of a long, comforting hug that lasts just a little too long and makes you think sex stuff but doesn't go there and then you just feel all awkward and uncomfortable because I mean you were thinking sex stuff and that's not bad and is actually kinda fun but you didn't get sex stuff so you wonder if you should have been thinking it and maybe it was just a hug after all but why was it so long? If you're an adult, that is. She's a child. You don't do that to children. But you're an adult and it's your reflection and you have eight boobs so. I dunno. It's confusing. I wonder what'll happen if you/she gets it?"
And then Deadpool is hugging Saxsice because what are boundaries when you've ridden someone bareback? As he does so, he looks at her reflection to see if anything happens.
"Eh, it's me. That's what I wear all the time, when I'm not here and able to get new costumes when I blow myself up. Honestly, if I could kill my reflection and gank his costume, I would."