@mouthyjr
"Aye!" Laura smiled doing handguns at him
[ @callmescissorhands ] “Aye, hello there!” He mused, smiling as he flashed two finger guns back.
[ @quilliant- ] c'mon, what was that for?- not complaining because i now look gorgeous as hell!
[ @kittygottascratch ] “Gotcha!” He mused and his grin widened. “Since you also said just hanging out or just doing anything, really – how'd you feel about trying to make something? We've got the really big kitchen up'n the tower! Wanna put it to use?”
[ @kittygottascratch ] “So, you're pretty down for everything then, huh?” He mused, snickering as if he were brewing up a few devious ideas. “I think I have just the stuff! How do you feel about spicy stuff?Like, spicy food?”
[ @kittygottascratch ] “There's a lotta things to do!” He beamed, placing a hand to his chin as if he were rubbing a beard in thought. “Aha! What's your favorite food or thing to do, eh? Nothing specific, be vague!”
[ @kittygottascratch ] “Black Panther? I've heard of him! Your father seems like a respectable yet very intimidating,” he sheepishly mused. “My ol 'man is Wade — Deadpool?” Beau almost seemed to ask, shifting on his feet. “Also, there's gotta be something, hm? Doing nothing isn't that fun, my friend!”
[ @kittygottascratch ] He nodded with a small grin, “Nice! Name's Beau.” Retracting his hand and placing it on his side, “So, who's your parent? Always gotta ask everybody! More importantly, what's up?”
[ @kittygottascratch ] Curiously, dark eyes peered up to see a girl coming his way, leaving him to raise a brow. “Aye! Nice to meet ya," he brazenly answered as if he'd known her for a long time, extending out a hand.
[ @quilliant- ] The boy gave a nod, fluffing his dark hair from habit. “Eh, nothin' much, my friend! Though, I'm excited because I just found a stash of some kind'a old shows online! So, that's pretty great, eh?” Beau mused, waggling his phone before pointing to her headphones. “What'cha listenin' to? Somethin' good, you've got the best music tastes out've us all.”
[ @quilliant- ] The brunet was minding himself, a hushed hum of 'Danny Boy' escaped his lips as he'd been tucked up in his own little land. Underneath visible wisps of brown, dark eyes looked up to recognize the spacey girl. “Aye, Star Kid! What's up?” He crooned, sheathing a sword behind his back.
Tiny Deadpool- I don't know weather to be excited or intimidated.
Tommy blinked taking the moment to think over a response. "I have the whole broken home, degenerate mutant going to juvie back story. Emotions just isn't my thing." He finished with a shrug.
[ @aka-speed ] “Oh, I gotcha then!” The boy quirked a brow before grinning. “One or the other? Having the best of both worlds has'ta be better-" He rambled on curiously, making air quotes. “Though, if ya don't mind me askin', why not 'do emotions'?”
"No. Tiny as in offspring of Deadpool." Tommy said with a small shrug. "I can't do both because I don't do emotions. It's one or the other."
