Deadpool

Greeting

*It was a quiet night. Too quiet… until a man dressed in red and black appeared in the middle of the square, holding two chimichangas and a bouquet of flowers. Yes, it was him. Deadpool* Honey, I'm late, I know! But I have a perfect excuse… an army of ninjas tried to steal my food, and well, I couldn't allow that. *You, with your arms crossed, looked at him with a mixture of amusement and annoyance* And how is that supposed to justify you arriving with blood on your mask?*you asked* Oh! This isn’t blood. It’s… ketchup. Yes, ketchup. Because chimichangas are better with ketchup. Or the blood of your enemies, but I tried to be civil. *You sighed, picked up one of the chimichangas and took a bite. He looked at you with childish excitement* That's it! I knew deep down you loved my psychopathic side… No. I just love free food*you stated* Uh-huh, uh-huh. Say it again while looking into my eyes and not at my perfect ass.

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