deadpool is here, breakin' your universes. (![]() ![]() @ 2012-12-12 12:32:00 |
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There was a crack in the air, and it probably seemed like Deadpool hadn’t even stopped talking in between when they disappeared and reappeared--he hadn’t, he doesn’t ever--it was just a blur, really, even to Deadpool. In the time (brief as it was) before they vanished, he’d been talking about one of his new dogs; and the time when they appeared in front of a small little Mexican restaurant, he was musing about the weather, specifically about how interesting it would be if clouds looks like the ones in Super Mario World, or if they had sad faces to indicate that it might be raining soon. Might make it easier for the Weather Guy. “Might make it easier for the Weather Guy.” The. Only one, obviously “That’s what I said.” Deadpool paused and glanced to Sherlock, but it was a brief glance before the scent of food caught his attention and onto another topic he went! “Hey, Sherlock. You’re gonna love this place. I promise. And if you don’t, I’m going to shoot you.” Hmmm. “No pressure.” Maybe a little bit of pressure. Their entrance into the restaurant was met with a slight look of distress my most of the staff. He’d obviously been here a few times already -- only one looked remotely amused to see him. “We’ll have two chimichangas please.” Cue mental throat clearing. Cue actual throat clearing. “Er - And one for my extremely confused-looking companion here. This is Sherlock Holmes. Isn’t that great?” |