“I’m’onna melt you down, and make a 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌 ring.”╰ ⨷ ╮

Deadpool 2 (2018)

“Eh?”

“Fuck’s an aura farm?”

Crossing arms, head cocked to the side. “You said somethin’?”

He glances off into space, somewhat of a pout on his big lips. Apologetic. Right hand balls into a fist.

Hearing voices is not uncommon, for Cain Marko. The closing of his fist is just a tick that he has. Unaware that she’s mute, he attempts to break the awkward silence. “Guess I’m just a lil’ on edge, today.”

Especially people who are vessels for ancient mystical beings. From time to time, Cyttorak checks in. It’s a reminder. “Guess I’m just… waitin’ for the other shoe to drop, lately. Like I know how things are gonna end up, one way or another, an’… it ain’t happy.”

The touch surprised him, a gesture people didn’t offer to his kind very often. It was comforting, his forearm feeling like solid granite against her hand. He appreciated it. “Aaah, I shouldn’t be tellin’ you this anyhow…” He dismissed, with the wave of a freakishly large hand.

“Guess you’re not the chatty type, eh.” Juggernaut is pretty thick-headed, so it’s only just dawning on him the reason she’s not talking back. Of course, he doesn’t know the 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵 reason. He studied her for a moment, trying to find out this woman’s deal.

Can’t go nowhere without all this fuckin’ paparazzi.

Gawks. “Maybe yer’ just small, ever consider that as a factoid.”

“How’d that happen? Ah… I guess… stupid question.” He supposes finding out more about her would be pretty difficult, aside educated guesses he could make and or there. “Y’know, quiet ain’t bad. How many people you find, you can’t shut’em the fuck up? Pardon my french.”

“Mm… alright, then.” Maybe he was just so used to people making cracks that he was a ‘freak’ and things like that. When she guesses his height, he cackles, as if to say 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺. “Around nine-foot-five with shoes on.”

“𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 shoes on.” He corrects, waving a finger, as if that makes a single difference at all. “Yeeeeah, I gots the connects for all that kinda stuff. What I need’s a good 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 for my neck… havin’ to look down at people all the time.”

“Uh… yeah, reading. Reading, yeah. I do that all the time.” No he doesn’t. He’s awkwardly scratching his helmet and simply going along with it. “Seems kinda inconvenient, though, ‘cause then what if I gotta look up at something? Then I’ll be all disoriented.”