<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6Qb9KM3.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>DEADPOOL</strong></span><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Wade!<br/><strong>Age:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Gender Identity:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Location/Time:</strong>In the kitchen!<br/><strong>Description/Wearing:</strong>Typical Deadpool Regalia w/Christmas Sweater!<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Oh." </strong>Deadpool straightened up. Something clicked again. He seemed to relax.<strong>"Well nevermind forget I mentioned it."</strong>He laughed.<strong>"No really."</strong>He added, a bit more seriously.<strong>"Forget all about that."</strong>He was, as any handy psychic probe might tell, now worried he might have planted a seed that might develop into the end of all things. Deadpool worried about this about once a week on average. Usually not this specifically.<br/><br/>Wade sipped his spiced rum again as Jean spoke of Scott's sensitivity.<strong>"Well they make creams for that now I think. Or hey I hear being sensitive is big with kids these days, maybe he should start teaching again."</strong>Whatever else he had to say was interrupted by the arrival of a sometimes vaguely Eastern European blur of speed. Deadpool didn't pay the mutant a bit of notice as he zipped around.<br/><br/><strong>"You ever think about tricking him into thinking he's running off to, I dunno, get tacos or something and strapping him into one of those gerbil wheels instead?"</strong>He glanced about.<strong>"Or is that how you power this place?"</strong><br/><br/>He sipped the rum again. His thoughts had shifted.<strong>"You're right Jean! I should just let the magic of Christmas take over!"</strong><br/><br/>He was now imagining a giant stuffed walrus decked out like a Christmas tree hopping through the halls of the X-Mansion. It came to the kitchen where it hugged Deadpool and Jean in turn. Deadpool looked charmed as he imagined both things. It then turned and hopped off towards the living room where it found Beast, hopped into his lap, and happily clapped it's walrus flippers as Beast read him Christmas stories. Deadpool's costume eyes looked supremely relaxed indeed as he thought of this.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey so."</strong>He said casually, swirling the cider as though it was all just a casual thing and not at all related to his current thoughts,<strong>"When he was talking about sitting in Beast's lap listening to stories that's not..."</strong>he chuckled, acting casual.<strong>"I mean do you ever...."</strong>he made a show of nonchalance.<strong>"It's a pretty big lap...."</strong>He was now clearly, specifically imagining himself on one knee and Jean on the other both listening to Christmas stories with awe in their eyes as they sat by a roaring fire on the cozy blue Beast.