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Turtle & Canary; Thusday [ 02/08 ]

Turtle was having an arguement with Apu. "It had nothing to do with the music," she insisted. "An' it's not a date, either. Daddy says I can't date until I'm thirty."

Either way, no romantic music today. Although Liz, the SquishyBot, and Cube were all willing to make up for it with their own melodies. Turtle went to go do inventory. Hey, look! Earplugs. Perfect.

Today's Squishy Flavors:
Bratwurst, Sauerkraut, Red.

Turtle & Canary is open.

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No one should be surprised that he's limping today.

You might have to talk loudly for her to hear you.

Deadpool was wondering what a bratwurst flavoured squishie tasted like. Well, bratwurst of course, but what were the subtle nuances of the flavour?

So he stood at the counter, swaying slightly as the Squishiebot's eyes followed his movements.

Turtle noticed that, for some reason, the SquishyBot was preparing it's lasers. She was so sensitive to stuff lately. Turtle finished marking up the inventory on rubber bands and Scotch tape before, pulling out her earplugs, she made it back to the counter.

"Hey, Mr. Deadpool, what's up?"

Wade continued to sway. The new squishie machine was so much fun. "It follows you everywhere you go."

Turtle glanced at the SquishyBot for a moment and nodded. She was just glad that Mr. Deadpool had come in to distract it from trying to sing. "That it does."

...First Jude, and now Deadpool; Turtle was really thinking maybe she should start charging for any amount of time past a certain marker spent in front of the SquishyBot.

Wade shook his head to free himself from the hypnotic gaze of the machine.

"One red squishie please!"

Turtle crossed her arms over her chest and watched in amusement as the SquishyBot prepared the Squishy and passed it along to Mr. Deadpool with a bright little tinkering of music.

SquishyBot was so cool. She almost wanted to hug it.

Wade nodded in approval. "Very nice." He chugged the squishie because that's just what you do. "Congratulations on the business ownership thing," He said, wincing as the brain-freeze hit him. "ow."

Turtle snerked, because other people's pain was funny.

"Thanks! It's going really good. Oh! An' next week we start up the club! Only, like, two people signed up, which is lame, but that just means the ratio of division for our profits will be lower, and, therefor, more earnings per capita!"

There was a bounce at the end.

"I have no idea what you said except something about profits being higher so, yay!" Wade bounced too, because it was polite to bounce along with people.

Turtle giggled. How could he have not have understood it? It was basic profitting concepts, really. "It's like...you have a pie. The fewer people that are going to be involved in eating the pie, the more pie you can get."

"You get extra points for explaining business strategy with pie." Wade replied, smiling fondly.

"So, who's this kid who is giving you a tattoo that I have to threaten with sharp pointy knives?"

Woo, extra points for pie!

"Well, actually," Turtle chuckled a little, "it won't be a kid giving me the tattoo, but a professional, although it's a complicated process involving several people. I'm getting the tattoo with Tannim to celebrate making partner, but I gotta go talk to Dean about, uh..." Here, Turtle's eyes shifted slightly. This wasn't the sort of thing you told an adult about, but, then again, this wasn't an adult, it was Mr. Deadpool! So Turtle just leaned in and lowered her voice. "Dean should be able to hook me up with a fake ID so I can get one," she whispered, conspiciously, and then straightened back up, "and then Jake is going to design it for me, because he's super amazing at drawing, and, in return, I'm going to let him draw my hair."

Turtle nodded, proud of such a neat little network.

Wade nodded, thinking over the process. And also wondering if killing all of the people involved would be okay.

No?

Damn.

"It's not some stupid cartoon character, is it?"

"I hope not," Turtle's lower lip jutted out a little. "I want it to be a turtle, but a cool one...."

"Okay then, good. And make sure there isn't anything in another language being written on you. They could put something insulting and you'd never know."

Turtle's head bobbed a little with her nod. "That's a really good point. I don't think I want any text anyway, though. Just a turtle. Something little; in a place that isn't going to prevent me from getting a job in the future."

Not that she'd probably ever have to worry about that.

Deadpool sniffled. "My little minion is all grown up and getting fake IDs and body art." Sniff. "I'm so proud."

Turtle giggled. "Well, I will be fifteen next month."

"A very important birthday," Wade said seriously. "I'll get you something nice for it. You like plastic explosives, right?"

"What fifteen year old girl doesn't?" she asked.

"Aww." Deadpool reached over and ruffled the top of her hair. "You're going to make one great merc some day."

Turtle's nose wrinkled a little at the ruffling, but his hand wasn't anywhere near the braid and it was Mr. Deadpool so he got some level of amnesty. Not a lot. Some. Definately not Sandy level.

"Some day?" Turtle snorted a little.

If she could understand them, they might be asking Turtle to hook them up with a record deal.

Today's Squishy flavors brought to you by me studying German all morning. XD

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