Office Hours, Monday, 11/12

[tyler_gone]

Tyler made a pot of coffee, then started his day by paging through a text, taking notes on the explorers for Nathan. It was the other man's class that week, but he was still ready to add his questionable expertise.

He was also being driven insane by the chirping of a cricket who had somehow gotten trapped in his office. Tyler didn't object to bugs in theory, but it was a different story when they were loud and on his turf. Finally, he figured out that the noises were coming from underneath his bookcase. Glaring, he grabbed a dictionary and poised it on the edge of his desk, ready to swat at the creature whenever it emerged.

[OOC: Open office!]

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

When he decided to shop online for a new costume, Deadpool really shoulda realized that it was a bad idea. He blamed J. Jonah Jameson's hair for it, however. But then, he blamed that hair for most things now.

Like Madonna and Guy Richie's break up.

So, he was faced with shipping it back or... foisting it off on some unsuspecting rube. (Heh, rube.)

"Heeeeey, Tyler. Want a present?"

[tyler_gone]

Tyler squinted up at him, pulling his eyes away from their very important work of glaring in what he assumed was the cricket's general direction. "Vice-Principal," he nodded suspiciously. "Is it alive?"

It never hurt to ask.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"No! No... maybe," Deadpool replied, looking back out into the hallway at the thing. "I haven't stabbed it to check, but I don't think so."

[tyler_gone]

"You'd have to stab it to make sure?" Tyler was incredulous, and decided curiosity needed to win out on this one. If it was alive, maybe it ate crickets. "Okay, now I want to see it."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"It's very... purple. Like a rejected Baron Zemo costume kinda shade." Deadpool dragged the head of the horrific dinosaur costume on in and presented Tyler with it's glory.

[tyler_gone]

Tyler took the Smoochy head and blinked a lot. It was a horrified kind of blinking. "I had one of these for Halloween," he noted. "I think two of my students tortured it to death. They made more than one?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Either that, or it's back from the dead to torment you in a Pumpkinhead-ish kind of revenge," Deadpool pointed out. "And it's nowhere near Halloween so we can go with the former."

A beat.

"Even if the latter would be fun too."

[tyler_gone]

"More fun for you than for me," Tyler pointed out, bouncing the head a little in his hand.

Fuzzy.

"All right. Um ... thank you?"

He could stick it under his bed and never speak of it again.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Excellent! Shipping it back woulda cost more that it was worth." How he knew shipping prices was something he would blame on the author. At least Fabes let him know about current political events.

[tyler_gone]

Tyler probably shouldn't have asked his next question. "So, uh, any particular reason you gave it to me, or do I just look like a purple rhino guy?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"It felt like the thing to do at the time," Deadpool replied easily.

[tyler_gone]

That was probably the answer he'd get, Tyler realized.

"Okay, then. Good to know."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Well, it was that or ramble about the fourth wall and how he wanted to hear a merry song about drugs. "So I'll just leave this lil' sucker with you and you can... do whatever it is you do with it."

[tyler_gone]

"I'll come up with something good."

Tyler was thinking target practice.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Make sure it's musical!"

[tyler_gone]

"Of course," Tyler humored the crazy man in pajamas. His crazy boss in pajamas who could probably kill him.

"... Sir."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"..." Deadpool eyed him. "You're not gonna salute or somethin', right?"

[tyler_gone]

"... I wasn't planning on it?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Good!" Deadpool cleared his throat. "That would just be awkward."