fandomhigh | BWI Airport, Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

So everyone else had, like, dramatic backstories and reasons to show up here and stuff. Which was fine, you know, if you were emotionally in the zone enough to go to those kinda lengths. Denise had just been, you know, chilling with her dad last night watching some hockey guys really pound in on each other - no, seriously, really get into it. One of them broke a rib or something, which was kinda cool.

Then she'd been dropped off at the airport, gotten a ticket stuffed into her hands, and that was that. No reason to get all dramatic and touchy-feely about it.

And now it was Saturday morning and she was on the airport. Sitting around. Chugging water and listening to her discman while watching the kids down the hall, trying to figure out how they were gonna croak. Sure, there was some kind of shuttle supposed to show up, but it wasn't there yet. A girl had to keep herself busy.

She figured the dweebs starting to mill around the terminal were probably classmates or something. Lame.

[[ ~~wait for the~~ ocd up! ]]

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"Laaaaaaaaaaa-um,aaaaa"

She was so bad at waiting games. "Would you producespitthrowhurl or buy some?"

Deadpool squinted at her. "No more font abuse. I can see that, you know."

Delirium gave her a concerned frown, air going white. Her speech was important! " itsfunnyandijusttalkthiswaymisterrrr."

"Ah! Whaaat did I just say?"

Stern Deadpool was stern. And elsewhere... the argument made no sense to listeners.

Readers on the other hand...

It would be a nice and appropriate time to tell Del's speaking patterns were, to put it in a way, wavy. But screw that, there is much more interesting stuff going on.

Like Delirium seemingly shrinking and whining like a hurt puppy at Deadpool's stern factor.

". And eh, I won't do it. Again. Not ever. Until I forget...um, I think." You couldn't really blame her; he was dressed in such pretty colors!

As long as she didn't think in yellow boxes. If she thought in yellow boxes, so help him...

"Better. In a way."

"Why are you, um, red, Mister Plushie?" Sudden changes of topic were like second nature to her. Also, it was pointless to insist on marshmallows at the moment.

"Because red is an awesome color that everyone should wear. I feel it's my mission in life to spread the red awareness."

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