The Ink Spot, Sunday

[theworst_verine]

So, for this week's shift at the shop, Logan was joined by Wade and the esteemed Mary Puppins. Both of which were there with varying degrees of welcome, honestly.

Not that Logan was going to go out of his way to say anything about it other than vague annoyance on the matter. Because it was still pretty much impossible to express that he was glad to have people again. A work in progress, if you will.

Such was his life these days.

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[maximum_eff0rt]

"You know, as quaint and Gilmore Girls-y as this place is, you're not stuck here," Wade said, prodding at some books as he inspected the place again.

[theworst_verine]

Logan really knew better than to ask questions when Wade was doing his weird rambling and yet...

"What?"

[maximum_eff0rt]

"You can come visit," Wade said, just assuming the Gilmore Girls reference was over his head. Some people just don't watch enough TV. Also the whole... metafictional nature of things here. Really put a damper on his jokes. "Escape island life sometimes."

[theworst_verine]

"Right," Logan said slowly, uncomfortably. Because he knew that. Kind of.

[maximum_eff0rt]

Wade sighed heavily, turning away from the collection of books hating on the UK. "I get it, someone was worried you'd go the way of that video game wizard. Establish a nice presence here. All that jazz. But not so little X-23 will have my ass if I don't tell you to get back home once in a while."

[theworst_verine]

"You know you make no sense most of the time," Logan said because emotional honesty was a bitch and he wasn't sure what to say to the invite.

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"The audience gets it," Wade said, tapping him on the nose. "Don't make me get all emotional here. It's bad for both of us."

[theworst_verine]

Logan narrowed his eyes at the tap, but didn't stab him. This time. Because he was still considering what had been said there.

The parts that made sense, that was.

"Alright," he settled on, voice getting a little creaky.

[maximum_eff0rt]

"Great!" Wade boomed happily. "Now I can tell you about the Sandals trip me and Vanessa are taking. She's so upset she had a work project for this weekend, you know."

[mustbevisiting]

An actual customer? Two actual customers? It was more likely than you thought, Logan.

"Good afternoon," Wickham said after entering the shop. "Might I enquire as to where you keep your poetry volumes?"

"And your scientific treatises," Georgiana, who had entered a step behind him, put in.

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"What?" Logan wasn't even sure they sold those. Mostly because why would he look for them?

Mary Puppins abandoned her comfortable spot on a pillow on the floor to toddle over to meet her new best friends.

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"Your scientific treatises," Georgiana repeated before she noticed Mary Puppins at the same time as Wickham did and surreptitiously stepped between her and...whatever that was.

Upon examining the available evidence, Georgiana ultimately reached the conclusion that, "Is that a dog?"

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"That is god's perfect animal," Wade called from the back of the shop. "And I'll hear no slander against her hideous name!"

Said dog waged what could be generously called a tail at them both.

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"It's best to not ask," Logan said with an annoyed little rumble.

[mustbevisiting]

God's perfect something, perhaps.

Georgiana wasn't good at not asking, and her follow-up question, even as she bent to very tentatively offer Mary Puppins one gloved hand to sniff, was, "Did something happen to it?" Something awful?

[theworst_verine]

"Pretty sure that's just how it is," Logan said as Mary Puppins for sure licked that glove. And it was... a thing.

[mustbevisiting]

That tongue certainly was...a thing. Wickham made a mental note to steal those gloves from Georgiana and burn them.

Georgiana, for her part, giggled. No, Georgiana. No.

"...if you say so," Wickham said warily.

[throughaphase]

Kitty was completely being nosy. Also she hadn't actually come in to see Logan at work yet, so this felt like the right to poke her head in.

Literally.

"Is now a bad time?" she asked from through the wall.

[maximum_eff0rt]

"Will slap me and call me hooker, did you wrangle yourself another team up?" Wade asked, leaning out from the back of the shop while Logan just rolled his eyes and sighed. It was as accepting of Deadpool as anyone really ever got.

[throughaphase]

"Oh, I know who this is," Kitty said, walking the rest of the way in.

She'd never seen him out of costume before. Didn't need to!

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"Good, then I don't have to introduce him," Logan said dryly.

[maximum_eff0rt]

"Don't listen to him, he's upset that Mary Puppins wanted to spend the weekend with him," Wade said, scooping up that precious, precious dog.

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Kitty went on a little bit of a face journey upon seeing that precious, precious dog.

"I don't know why anyone would be upset over that."

Lie. Liiiiie.

[maximum_eff0rt]

"Oh, sounds like someone wants to hold her!" Wade, no. Kitty didn't deserve this.

[throughaphase]

"Sorry, intangible," Kitty said, clapping her hands to show they just went right through each other instead of connecting.

She didn't want to startle and drop it, that'd just be mean.

So too bad, so sad!