Inarticulate sobbing, probably from the one who got the face splat.
Deadpool stands off to the side, observing their handiwork approvingly. Well, mostly Roxy's. He wouldn't be standing here if it weren't for her, after all. But hey, he'd gotten a bunch of people of various younger-than-normal ages up onto the carousel, and that felt good. As she bops up to him, he glances at her with a grin. In the background, there were brief yelps and screams and thumps randomly as each person decided to get off the ride, but of course landed hard on the ground. Not their problem any more! They'd done the hero thing! It was time for CORN DOGGIES!!!
"Oh, this old thing?" He runs his hand over his face. "Well, it matches the costume that I have again thanks to...uh...staying on the carousel until I traveled into my future where I guess I get another costume? Mmm MMM, it feels good to be back in this thing. It breathes so poorly, like being marinated in my own juices. I'm like those celebrities that don't bathe." He runs his hands down over the costume all mock-sexy-like.
"And my flannel and jeans is conveniently in one of my pouches, in case I want to change back into that. Thank YOU, weird carousel magic! Don't ask about how it fits. That's pouch secrets."
He hadn't answered her question yet, but whether that was due to avoiding it or just getting lost in his rambles was hard to tell.
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"Yeah!"
"Gotcha nice lady!!!"
Inarticulate sobbing, probably from the one who got the face splat.
Deadpool stands off to the side, observing their handiwork approvingly. Well, mostly Roxy's. He wouldn't be standing here if it weren't for her, after all. But hey, he'd gotten a bunch of people of various younger-than-normal ages up onto the carousel, and that felt good. As she bops up to him, he glances at her with a grin. In the background, there were brief yelps and screams and thumps randomly as each person decided to get off the ride, but of course landed hard on the ground. Not their problem any more! They'd done the hero thing! It was time for CORN DOGGIES!!!
"Oh, this old thing?" He runs his hand over his face. "Well, it matches the costume that I have again thanks to...uh...staying on the carousel until I traveled into my future where I guess I get another costume? Mmm MMM, it feels good to be back in this thing. It breathes so poorly, like being marinated in my own juices. I'm like those celebrities that don't bathe." He runs his hands down over the costume all mock-sexy-like.
"And my flannel and jeans is conveniently in one of my pouches, in case I want to change back into that. Thank YOU, weird carousel magic! Don't ask about how it fits. That's pouch secrets."
He hadn't answered her question yet, but whether that was due to avoiding it or just getting lost in his rambles was hard to tell.