WADE.
“ yes. i killed them— but i did it for you. ” / for wadey pie !
Hands move to his mouth in an overdramatic drawn out gasp at her words. Killed someone? For him? “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me!” Wade exclaims, dropping his hands to his side. Underneath his mask, he is smiling, even if she can not see it. “What did you do to them? How’d you kill them? C’mon, I need more details!”
She was hesitant to tell him, afraid he’d SCOLD her and read her the riot act for murdering an asshole. But then ? Then he’s gasping and practically MELTING her heart with his sweet reaction ! Oh, she couldn’t be happier ! A high giggle that edges on manic slips past smeared ruby lips, bloodied hands clasping together behind her back as she skipped a few steps closer to this Deadpool, short pigtails bouncing with her movement and smile wide on her pale face.
“Aw doll you don’t have t’ask twice ! As if I’d just let some random ass guy finish BREAKIN’ into your place ‘n do GOD knows what ! It’s really just common courtesy to sink a knife in ‘im. By the way sorry for the stains on your carpet. I’ll pay for it, mmm someday. Anyway, he told me he was lookin’ for you. That you owed penance, blah, blah, blah. That borin’ shit, so I threatened t’cut out his tongue if he didn’t GET ON WITH IT --”
During her recount, Harley had circled Deadpool’s taller form with an excitable grin and curious eyes, then making her way over to a beat up couch he owned, plopping down comfortably while flinging a severed TONGUE at his feet, the flesh landing wetly and she gives a short cackle, shimmying in her spot to get more comfortable before she lays down without a second thought.
“-- Long story short, you killed some of his gang, I killed HIM and YOU have a very interestin’ job than I thought mistah Deadpool !”