"Aw..come on.." Creed clapped his down on Logan's shoulder with the force of a truck. "Ain't always been me tearing yer girls up. Ya did a number on Raven without laying a hand on her. Wasn't me that took out Mariko either."
Creed had ta admit some of the worst damage done had been by Logan's hands. Not that he didn't have his hand in a fair share of his pain, but Mariko, that was just a beautiful disaster.
"Yeah Deadpool. Dumb fucker that went nuts, fell in love with Death herself. Bitch is a woman, bet ya didn't know that." He shrugged. Kinda thought Logan might be the only other person he knew that might appreciate that. "It's why he don't give a damn, doesn't matter if his shit gets fucked up, if he dies, the dumb boy gets ta be with her." His laugh was dark and loud. "We ain't so fucked up after all, right?"
His hand rubbed over his face, stoppin' ta scratch the hair on his cheek. "Tell ya 'bout yer first birthday celebration if ya think ya got the balls ta hear it. Had ta be our best fight, you just wouldn't quit." Creed chuckled. "Shit, almost thought my check had been cashed."