The Perk; Saturday Afternoon [ 02/19 ].

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

Only two days back, and already Chrono was feeling a little overwhelmed with the nostalgia. Still, sticking around the church all day wasn't going to help with that; in fact, it would do just the opposite. He was never one for alcohol, so, as much as he felt the bar would be a good place to catch up, coffee had the stronger draw. The coffee shop was familiar enough; how many caffeine runs did he need to make for Rosette and Lucifer in his short time here? Too many to count.

So you'd think he'd have the whole latte thing down, but nearly a century in a nexus of time could really throw a person off of a thing like that. So the barista was forced to be patient while he stared at the menu board as if in a daze, half of the words failing to register until he finally decided, "Um, a black coffee?"

You couldn't go wrong with that, right?

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Which would, of course, be the right moment for a small ginger girl to fun into the shop and press her face against the glass separating her from the treats. There might have even been a bit of fogging the glass up before she noticed the person in line before her.

"You're really pretty."

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

Chrono looked down, down, down at the wee little ginger girl with a look of concern. Little girls would never cease to make him nervous.

"Thank you?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"You're pretty than the puppy," she said, because even she knew a bishounen when she saw one. Thanks, Deadpool.

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

Well, it was better than the shouta look!!

"I don't think anyone's ever said that to me," Chrono noted, not sure if that was meant to really be a compliment or not. Or if he wanted it to be one.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

You just get used to it, Chrono. "Can I braid your hair?"

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

"Errr, no," Chrono said. And, before she got a chance to offer to put ribbons or barrettes or other such little girl things in his hair, he decided to try to nip this random child in a coffee shop problem in the bud.

"Where are your parents?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Over here," came the cheerful replied just before someone decided to use their knowledge of dramatic timing to suckerpunch Chrono.

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

No one expected the Spanish Inquisition to have their question randomly answered with a punch to the face. And Deadpool probably punched best when it was a suckerpunch, too, so Chrono found himself knocked back against the counter, hand to the pain that cracked his jaw.

His fist clenched, teeth gnashing together as he felt an extreme surge of anger start up inside of him, but he forced himself to breath, forced himself to stop, forced himself not to just turn around and wail his assailant right back.

But out of all the people to run into. Out of all the people to still be here...it had to be him.

"What the hell!" he shouted, still barely succeeding to fight the urge to strike in return.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Back in town, huh?" Deadpool asked, pushing Jan behind himself. "I seem to remember you being a lot more tiny."

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

"Deadpool." Chrono rubbed his cheek a bit gingerly before pulling himself back up, because, yes, he was taller and bigger and stronger now, and, besides, there was a just a natural need to loom and stretch out your wings when someone punched you in the face out of no where. "You're still here."

With a kid apparently, no less. Who in their right mind would procreate with this man? Or give him children?

She was probably kidnapped.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

She was, but that was hardly the point.

"Oh yeah. You better believe it."

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

Well, shit.

"Shit."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Shouldn't you be off not being here?"

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

"I've been off not being here for three fourths of a century."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, we'll that's only about four years here, so..."

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

"So in four years, they passed a law that individuals couldn't return to the island?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"No, I just don't want you here. Jan, don't touch the winged thingy," Deadpool said, pulling Jan back. Because someone reaaaaally wanted to braid his hair.

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

His hair was not for braiding!

...anymore.

"Demon," Chrono corrected, narrowing his eyes and reminding himself that he was not to punch people in a coffee shop, even if that person was Deadpool. "The correct term is demon, not winged thingy."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Thingy," Deadpool snapped.

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

It was so good to know that some things never changed, the level of Deadpool's maturity included in that.

"Can I get my coffee?" Chrono asked. "Or did you want to punch me some more?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Pff. Like he'd ever be really mature.

"Is that an offer?"

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

"No!"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"There will be other times," Deadpool replied, picking Jan up with one hand. "Now get your coffee and shoo."

"I wanna braid iiiit," Jan whined.

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

"It's not for braiding!" Chrono shouted back with a lot more anger than should probably be directed at a poor tiny child whose only crime was thinking he was pretty and having Deadpool as her dad.

He sloshed half his coffee on the counter when he grabbed it, pulling out a wad of cash and slamming it down with a growl of "Keep the change," before storming toward the door with his spinal cord...thingy whipping behind him.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Don't shout at my kid!" Deadpool... shouted back at him, covering Jan's ears as best he could with one hand.