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A long saturday.

A long saturday

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𝔼𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕒 𝕨𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕝𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕤𝕙.

The Martinez girl had spent nearly five hours over at the Wilson residence, the trained mercenary insisting she stay every time she tried to weasel her way out of a round of Uno. She didn't end up participating, seeing as she didn't want to leave the apartment bruised and/or bloodied.

As if Logan would let that fucking happen.

Or the rest of us, what do you take us for? Miscreants?

Grumbling, she frowned as she opened her eyes. The light from a nearby window disturbed her oddly deep sleep, and the girl sat up slowly.

Reaching a manicured hand up to her face, she delicately rubbed her eyes, groaning softly as her irises adjusted to the light.

Glancing around the room, she slowly realized that it was not her home.

She'd fallen asleep on Wade's couch, yet again.

God, she's adorable.

Glancing around the oddly cold living room, she shifted in her seat, her hands reaching to feel the soft blanket that had been draped over her, a pillow placed where her head rested.

Standing to her feet, she noticed she'd been dressed in rather large clothes, a pair of grey sweatpants that weren't her own, as well as a foreign white t-shirt that looked more like a dress, the long fabric falling to her knees.

Her feet were covered in a pair of Hello Kitty socks.

Estrella frowned, a bit concerned at the fact that her clothes had been changed.

She slowly tiptoed into the kitchen, grabbing yet another can of Diet Coke from the fridge, the cold metal walking her up a little bit.

Pumpkin, I say this with complete sensitivity, you have a fucking problem.

Anyone who drinks this much Diet Coke should probably see a shrink.

The girl leaned against the counter, the cold tiles prompting goosebumps to rise on her skin.

The sound of someone clearing their throat prompted her to spin on her heels, only to find Wade Wilson groggily yawning.

Wade stood just a few feet away from her, eying her warily.

He wore a blue unicorn onesie, which was incredibly endearing, the mercenary smiled at her as he made his way over to the coffee machine, the pot already full and still steaming.

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