Mischief (Masq)


Deadpool wandered through the grotesquely decorated hall, knocking hats off people, purposefully cutting between dancing couples, and otherwise making a complete ass of himself.  

“Whoa,” he said, snorting in amusement.  “Just what are you supposed to be?”

“Arr, I be a pirate, matey!” Kai scrunched up his face, which made the eyepatch press in slightly awkwardly. “What be ye? Some sort of…thing?”