The Park, Tuesday Late Night

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His shift at The Devils Nest had allowed Shuichi much too much time for thinking about his financial situation.

//"What am I going to dooo?"// Shuichi wailed, sitting on what he was now going to dub as his 'sob bench'. He wasn't quite in sob-mode yet, but he was getting there. Nothing particularly good had happened since he'd gotten here, except for the job, which felt like it was in constant danger due to his total lack of communicative skills.

//"I'll just sleep on this bench! That's it! Right here, until I can make enough money to find a place to stay!"// He stamped his foot on the bench after much brooding, shaking his fist at the sky as a cold wind swept past him. //"And some blankets..."// Shuichi shivered, wrapping his coat around himself tighter as he lay on the bench and rolled back and forth, singing a little song to the trees.

[[ooc: thread locked to mouthy_merc, open to parky needs too.]]

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(How many licks DOES it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Tootsie Pop?)

Wade was doing his internal monologue thing while he walked through the park.

Nobody said that internal monologues had to be deep and meaningful.

He stopped at the shivering mass on the bench, staring at the tuft of pink hair. "Helloooo?"

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Shuichi sat bolt upright on his bench, eyes wide when the voice came floating down toward him. He calmed a little when he noticed it was red assassin man. "Hi.." He responded pathetically.

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"Any reason why you're curled up on a bench in the park? Thinking about a life as a hobo maybe?"

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There was a pause before he answered, //"I decided this is where I'm going to live now."// His face is set with determination, a shiver running through him on the next gust of wind.

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Wade looked around the park. "I can see that. Put a TV over by the tree there, maybe a throw rug over by that squirrel..."

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Shuichi blinked at him, lowering his head a little with a frown. //"Never said it would be comfortable."//

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Taking a seat on the bench, Wade leaned back, legs stretched out in front of him. "Any reason for the au natural living?"

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Shuichi shifted around so that he was sitting normally on the bench, kicking his legs once he settled back against it. //"I don't really have the money for much better at the moment."// He looked around, wondering where his keyboard would sit best and still be safe from the elements.

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Wade frowned and looked up at the sky.

(HOLY CRAP THERE ARE STARS!)

That distracted him for a few minutes, perhaps making it seem like he was in a thoughtful pause.

(Where was I? Oh yeah, pink homeless kid.)

"If you need a place to stay so bad, I've got a few empty rooms back home."

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Shuichi had followed his gaze for those few minutes and had also been looking at the stars. The stars were so pretty and bright here! He wasn't really concerned at the moment for a response. The stars would be a nice ceiling once the weather got a little warmer.

"Huh?" He looked back down from his star gazing at Deadpool.

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"You, move in my house. Not freeze." Wade said, going for broken English this time. He even punctuated the 'freeze' with an exaggerated shiver.

"I've got plenty of room."

(And a roommate to piss off, but that's just a bonus.)

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Another wide-eyed blink was issued from the pink haired poof. //"Really?!"//

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"Would I have asked otherwise?"

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He tapped his chin once and beamed, //"Guess not."//

It took a moment to realize that, yes, he now had some place to live! Even if he didn't know Mr. Deadpool very well, he seemed nice, and at least not as crazy as most of the people around here. //"This is awesome, now I don't have to worry about waking up with birds sleeping in my hair and squirrels in my keyboard!"//

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"Maybe if you sang about your prince coming to find you some day, that can still happen," Wade said, standing and picking up the keyboard. "Is this all you have?"

He poked at Shuichi's stuff with his foot.

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Shuichi stood, bouncing a little so that his hair floofed up in excitement. //"Just a bag and a backpack~"// He answered in a sing-song voice, picking up both.

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Wade patted him on the poofy pink head. "Come on, before the squirrels decide to make you their king."