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.

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Squall eyed Deadpool up. He... looked dangerous. The question was, what side was he on?

(And why is he wearing that outfit in public?)

Deadpool eyed him right on back. "Shouldn't you be a teacher?"

"No."

Squall shrugged. Maybe he should have registered as a teacher -- seeing as how he'd already graduated from one school -- but the extra effort would distract him from his main mission. Besides, as a student he'd be staying in the dorms close to Rinoa.

"Are you suuuure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Why would I be a teacher?"

Did he look too old to be a student? Would they kick him out?

"Because you were a teacher back in the day. When dinosaurs roamed and things were still new and young."

Thooose were the daaaaaaays!

"Dinosaurs DO roam the earth," Squall pointed out flatly. And when you defeated them, sometimes they dropped Dino Bones.

"But I was never a teacher."

"...Are you sure?" Look, he was distracted by the Blue Steel. Blue Steel.

Oh, please, Deadpool didn't rate a Blue Steel. This was totally a Le Tigre.

"Yes."

To both parts. Also, to life in general. When Squall wasn't sure about things he collapsed in an emocoma.

Emocomas were fun, though! Well, fun for Deadpool.

"Say 'whatever'."

Squall glared. He wasn't about to do something, just because the guy in the funny mask told him to.

"...Whatever," he grumbled.

"I knew it!"

Apparently, this guy just wasn't capable of making sense.

"Whatever."

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