fandomtownies | Chilly Boulder Ice Creamery, Thursday Afternoon

"The whole left half of the freezer!?" Rikku laughed, bouncing. "And you know, you're really trusting. You never asked what I did to Aly or anything. I could be totally scamming you out of ice cream, here."

"Well, if you can eat that much and not fall over, you've earned it." He gave her a stern look. "And I'd hope my minion wouldn't do something like that."

Conversation stopped briefly for the very important process of Rikku placing an order for the brightest-colored ice cream she could find.

"Wouldn't what?" she asked a minute later, with her best innocent expression. "Wouldn't trick somebody into buying her ice cream? 'Cause that totally sounds like something you'd approve of."

"No, no, no," Deadpool said, ordering the most chocolate laden ice cream in the shop. And then asking for it to be topped with hot fudge.

It was real death by chocolate.

"I was referring to backing out of a job."

Rikku's concoction had lots of orange, green, and bright yellow, and it was goooood. And very sweet. Same thing.

She was bouncing in her seat and humming to herself. "Well, don't worry, I didn't. I totally pranked her in class by pretending to be all some girl named Gabriella Something-Ritzy and wouldn't do work and la la la." She waved her arms dramatically. "Plus that counted as my homework for a different class. Double-dipping's okay, right?"

"Gabriella?" He thought that over as he stirred the chocolately concoction. "I like it! Did it piss her off?"

Rikku made a face. "No. I think she just thought I was temporarily crazy, like people get around here. But I swanned around for the whole class period anyway, refusing to do work and telling her I was going to get her fired and she'd never work in this resort town again, did she know who I was?" She scooped up a big, wobbly chunk of ice cream on her spoon, and, amazingly enough, managed to get it to her mouth intact. "And I didn't crack up once so I totally think that should count."

"And I'm very proud of you!" Deapool said, taking a bite of his ice cream.

(I think my teeth rotted out.)

"So what started this whole prank war between you guys, anyway?" Rikku asked, licking ice cream from one of her fingers. Who needed napkins? "'Cause she's been saying you guys got married for weeks now."

(What was the start of it all?)

He pointed the spoon at her. "You know? I'm not even sure now, but it's damn fun to keep up." He grinned like an idiot. "Even got the Mountie involved."

"Ooooh, really?!" Rikku bounced in her seat. Well, more than she already was. "You know, Jude totally stole his hat, in detention? The official, like, Mountie one or whatever."

...damn. Now he had to at least give the kid props for that.

"So have I." Though, he wasn't about to say just how he got that hat. "What Canadian kid doesn't want one of those hats, really?"

"I don't know. I don't think I know many Canadians. Just you three, really." She shrugged. "I mean, overall? I gotta say I'm pretty fond of them. Even the Mountie seems pretty cool, if you look past him being The Man and all that."

"And smells like Old Spice and maple syrup!" He added quickly. "Can't forget that!"

Deadpool chewed on a chocolate covered spoon. "So I take it that there is no need for stabbing with that kid."

"I don't think I ever smelled him," Rikku said, giving her mentor a confused look. "I'll ... have to remember to?"

She blushed and looked down at her ice cream, stabbing it with her spoon. "No. No need, no stabbing, no nothing. Jude is awesome and I already told you, if you hurt him, I'll get Aly to help me come after you."

"Okay then." He ate more ice cream. "Good. Great. Bueno."

"Just making sure. I don't like sniffly minions."

Rikku grinned. "No sniffles here. Honest. I'm loving summer session. The cabins and the workshops and everything."

She scratched her head. "I don't really sniffle that much, uh, do I?"

"No, there was another sniffly minion last week," Deadpool replied, leaning over the table to steal some ice cream from Rikku. It was bright and not so death by chocolate-y, so sue him.

"There was?" Rikku looked up at him, curious. And totally slid her dish forward a little, because ice cream was for sharing, especially when the sharer in question paid anyway.

She did a headcount. "Uh, Tyler left, and Peter's ... I think he's gone, too? But Setsuna, uh."

Rikku tried to picture Setsuna crying in front of Deadpool. And failed miserably.

Yes, even Deadpool's twisted and strange mind rebelled at the image of a sobbing Setsuna.

"No, no. Different minion. Turtle, the first of the minions."

"Oh. Turtle from downtown? I didn't know she was a minion. She wasn't in the cagematch drawing or anything."

Rikku giggled. "You know, I forgot Sokka. I can totally see him crying into his ice cream."

"She's more of a non-fighty minion," Deadpool said.

Then he started snickering over the image of Ponytail crying into his ice cream. "He would, he really would. Stupid pony tail."

"He said in class yesterday that he was a ninja. Can I challenge him to a ninja-duel and kick his butt? 'Cause he keeps calling me Orangey and I hate that."

Rikku made a face. "I don't have a good code-name. Why do I not have a good code name?"

"You'd have to talk to Professor Yondaime about ninja-ing specifics," Deadpool said slowly. "But butt kicking is always good! And you should make up your own code name. I did."

Rikku waved a little. "Oh! I didn't mean that all ... I'm not insulting your husband-dude. Or, uh, not-husband-dude. Ninjas are badass. I'm just kinda, you know. This was Ponytail, calling himself a ninja. I mean, come on."

She licked her spoon thoughtfully. "How did you pick yours? 'Cause I need one and I don't have one."

Deadpool gave his ice cream a dark look. "It was a joke because I didn't die."

Rikku looked up with a gasp. "But ... that's not a very nice name! That's ... hey! I call you Deadpool! I didn't know that!"

He waved her off dismissively. "That's because it's what everyone calls me."

(Well, most people do...)

"And it's not important, what is, is finding you your own code name."

"It is important." Rikku folded her arms, looking mildly upset. "I don't wanna call you something that's all, oh, yeah, hey, a joke about you dying."

She chewed her lip. "And I've been trying to think of one and I'm not doing so good with it. Where do you start?"

"It was a joke about me not dying," Deadpool pointed out. "And you just think of something that says to people who you are. Like with Ponytail. He's... Ponytail."

"Okay, I guess that's better, then." Rikku wrinkled her nose. "Besides, I think I'm too used to it to call you anything else."

"I don't know. I mean, like, Hades called me Malibu Stacy, so when I annoy him I sign it Malibu Stacy. But that's not really a code name, and everybody knows that's me anyway, so it's not very, you know. Code-name-y." She shrugged. "And Ponytail calls me Orangey, but I hit him when he does that."

"And you might have copyright infringement issues with Malibu Stacy..."

Deadpool chewed his spoon as he thought. "Something that strikes the fear of God into the hearts of your enemies." (Hmmm...) "I say get a hat with scary and violent words and then another with colors and pick one a random from each. Like, Orange Exitwound."

"Or maybe I keep the orange anyway, 'cause I like orange," Rikku mused. "And I don't know that I need to strike fear into people. I mean, I hate it that nobody thinks I can fight, 'cause I look like this? But it also means nobody's expecting it. Which is fun."

"Sooooo, Agent Orange is out of the question?"

Rikku perked up. "Oooh, that sounds all fun! Wait, why would it be scary?"

~~(*snerk*)~~

Hmmm. Should he explain the Vietnam war to her or just tell her to Wikipedia it...

"Short answer: kills plants and also people on occasion. I would check on Wikipedia for a completely accurate and not at all biased answer."

Rikku nodded. "So ... not a good code name, then? It's kinda fun. But then it doesn't sound all coooool or whatever." She frowned, poking at her ice cream. "I'm so bad at this."

Chilly Boulder Ice Creamery, Thursday Afternoon

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