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Our Lady of Fandom; Monday [ 03/26 ]

See, there were no comfortable ways to sleep in a pew. This held especially true when it also involved a large mercenary bound in muscle and red spandex having some how shifted through the course of the night to be sleeping on you. Not enough to crush you, when you were a comparitavely wee tiny and adorable nun, but enough to keep you held down in the perpetual state of drunken cuddle. "Uh...Deadpool?"

Definately still rather asleep, and Rosette didn't want to wake him. She almost did when she looked up and saw Chrono there, looking rather displeased, and jumped. "Ack!"

Chrono's eyes went from the mercenary-crushed Rosette, to the mercenary himself, to cans of beer, empty save for one, and sighed. "Guess this explains the noise last night and why you were gone this morning."

"Yeah...he jus' kinda....fell asleep. An' I guess I did, too, somewhere along there."

"Should we wake him up?"

"No!" Rosettet tried to keep her shout as quiet as possible, and then made up for it by whispering extra softly. "Don't. I think he had a really rough night and we should just leave him alone. I'm fine. I can still breath and, well, he is cutting off the circulation to my left leg, but that's okay. You'll have to do confessions today, though."

"I can't do confessions, Rosette."

She sighed. "Fine. You're so difficult, Chrono. At least go change the sign?"

He sighed back. "Fine."

Monday.
No Confessions Today.
Sorry.

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(Mmm, what a delightfully warm and nun-like pillow.)

Deadpool cuddled into his pillow for a minute before realizing that it was much too nun-like to be a pillow. It had to be an actual nun. He very slowly cracked his eyes open to peer up at Rosette.

"You're an excellent nun-pillow."

"So I've been told," Rosette smirked wryly down at Deadpool. "And, good, you are alive. I was thinking I'd have to find a way to get a corroner up in here to extract this growth of red spandex I seem to have sprouted over the night."

"It's not spandex," Deadpool said, yawning loudly. He sat up and stretched, popped bones as he went. "Cotton. It breathes."

Freedom! Rosette immediately shift to sitting up, shaking her leg to get the blood flowing back into it. "My bad," she said, yawning because he had yawned, and asked, "How's your head?"

Tensing and untensing each of his muscles, Deadpool checked to make sure everything was in proper working order and not missing. Or gained.

(Little yellow boxes? Hello there, my preciouses. Okay, that's in proper working order.)

"Nothing out of the ordinary."

"And you're speaking in coherantly complete words!" Rosette chuckled a little and then winced at the pain in her lower back, rubbing it gingerly.

Deadpool frowned and waved his hand at her to turn around. "Just be glad I didn't feel the need to sing country music. I do a mean version of 'All My Ex's Live in Texas'."

Rosette grinned. "I might hold you to that. But, yes, you were a very good drunk, except maybe when you threw Jesus a beer. Best intentions, I'm sure, but it's Lent. Not cool, Deadpool." She nudged him a bit. "Need any coffee or anything?"

(Could have thrown a knife at him.)

"Have any sugar that isn't actually salt?"

"Do I have any sugar? Come on. Of course I do."

There was a pause. "Whether or not I use it instead of salt is another story entirely, though."

Deadpool stood and continued to stretch out a bit. Pews didn't make for good back support.

He made a mental note to give Rosette a back massage some time soon as a thank you. Maybe even a sexy back massage.

"Mmmm, cavities."

"Oi! Chrono!" Rosette leaned her head back over the pew. "Go get us some coffee, please and thank you!"

Which he did, although grudgingly.

Rosette let out a long sigh as she stretched her arms along the back of the pew. Definately not good for the back. Ugh. "All taken care of, unless you're more the crash, crush, and run type."

Rosette wiggled her toes on the church floor. She had to admit, she liked this whole hanging out in just her PJs around the church thing.

"That's only with Tex, but she's not the cuddling type," He replied, plopping down next to her. He poked her side. "Turn."

Rosette didn't know what he was talking about which only let her to poke him back and frown as she asked, "Do what now?"

He pointed down and spun his hand in a lazy circle. "Turn around."

"Ohhh,kay," Rosette did just that. "What for?"

Deadpool remain silent as he looked for the correct pressure point. Ah, there it was. He jabbed her there with two fingers. That should help with the back pain.

"Better?"

"Oh. Ah!" Rosette squirmed a little toward where she was being poked and let out a chuckle. "Uh, wow. Huh. Yeah...."

"As if I could leave a lady with back troubles after spending a wild night with her on a church pew," Deadpool said, putting enough dirty into it so as not to sound like he was getting soft or acting like a normal person for a change.

"If that was supposed to be a wild night," Rosette said with a grin, "I want my money back. I'm even in the same clothes I started in!"

Deadpool waggled his eyebrows at her. "We could change that easily."

Rosette giggled a little. "And here I was actually worried about you."

"Everyone needs to get nice and drunk sometimes. Helps clear out the brain. And sometimes stomach, but that's a more unpleasant side affect."

"One I'm rather glad you don't seem to suffer," Rosette pointed out. "Although that would change my whole 'still in the same clothes' problem."

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