014 - Or Forever Hold Your... Peace? (Experiment End)

[mercwamouth]

[Deadpool is flipping through his notebook (given to him by Diva) writing out one-liners so that he could maintain his comedic timing.

[Though his efforts are pointless, because his experiment is now over and he can talk.

[He just hasn't realized it yet.]

[DAMN IT! I'm running out of pages!]

[Maybe if you didn't write in all caps.]

[But I thought writing in all caps is supposed make me sound important...]

Comments

[madamemoiselle]

Ah~ Deadpool still can't talk? That's too bad...

[mercwamouth]

[Flips through his notebook to a page that says:]

THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!

[Deadpool looks at it and widens his eyes]

[Whoops, wrong one]

[Flips again.]

YEAH

[madamemoiselle]

{That makes her laugh a little}

Ne, you ran out of room? I can get you another if you'd really like.

[mercwamouth]

[Deadpool waves his hand and pulls out a Gideon Bible from his back pocket. He opens to a random back page and writes in marker:]

I GOT IT COVERED

[madamemoiselle]

Ah, what is that, though? Wouldn't another pad be easier?

[mercwamouth]

THIS HAS WAY MORE PAGES.

[madamemoiselle]

If you're sure.

{Subject change time!} Ne, but I'm back to normal, as you can see. Thank you for the pizza, again. I really enjoyed it, so I'll remember that taste.

[mercwamouth]

YOU WERE NORMAL LAST TIME TO. I NOTICED I WAS JUST A LITTLE BUSY.

[madamemoiselle]

Was I really? Ne, that's embarrassing, then!

{She laughs a little} I must be getting too old. But the "days" here, they kind of blend together anyways, so I guess it's not so bad.

Oh, has it been hard for Wade at home, though? I mean, since you can't talk. I couldn't imagine what I'd do if this had happened to me instead.

[mercwamouth]

STILL HAVEN'T GONE HOME. KINDA HARD TO TAKE ON OSBORN WHEN I CANT REALLY TALK. PLUS I SAID 12 HOURS SO I CANT REALLY WAIT THERE.

[madamemoiselle]

You haven't?

{She can never stand to stay here more than like 12 hours, so that's surprising} It's not bad, is it?

[mercwamouth]

WELL IM PRETTY SURE THOSE TWELVE HOURS WILL FEEL MORE LIKE A MONTH NO MATTER WHAT I DO SO ITS NOT SO BAD.

[madamemoiselle]

{She frowns a bit. She's worried for you, Deadpool! Aww.}

Mm...Wade will be alright, though...right?

[mercwamouth]

[Goes to his notebook]

I CAN REGENERATE. IM ALWAYS ALRIGHT.

[madamemoiselle]

You and I both know that isn't always true.

[mercwamouth]

IM FINE.

[madamemoiselle]

I'm just worried, that's all. Even if it's silly to worry about someone like me, I still don't want Wade to be hurt, you know?

[mercwamouth]

[I always hurt.]

[Crai moar, emo.]

Fuck you.

[His eyes widen]

...Did I just say that?

...Did I just say that too?

...Is my experiment over?

[Yup.]

For how long?

[A little while]

...I hate you.

[:P]

[madamemoiselle]

....So you can talk...Were you playing with me, Wade?

[mercwamouth]

No! I literally just found ou--

[He coughs violently]

...Think I pushed myself too hard...

[madamemoiselle]

{She crosses her arms}

Ne, that's not nice at all! I thought that you would be better than to play silly games with me!

[mercwamouth]

Can't you understand the words coming out of my mouth?

I just found out!

Woah, too loud.

[madamemoiselle]

{Doubtfully}...Really?

[mercwamouth]

YES REALLY. God.

[madamemoiselle]

...Well...In that case, I'm glad you have your voice back.

{Nods slightly, uncrossing her arms with a smile}

...Ne, I guess you don't need a new notepad after all.