D A D P O O L
“ Okay, Christmas pop quiz !! ” The mercenary stops what he’s doing, only to clasp his hands together, as if he’s struck an epiphany at this moment. Letting the next song play onto his speakers, an obnoxious groan of delight escapes his lips while the track graced their ears, and the entire room. “ If you don’t get this right, I’m giving you detention. I don’t care if that’s allowed or not, you will sit in this room with me and listen to this song five hundred times. Anyway —– this god send of a song. Last Christmas. Who sang it ?? The original, not some shitty teeny bopper you’ve heard on Radio Disney. And yes, I was talking about Taylor Swift. ”
LONG LEGS PROPPED UP ON HER DESK , fahima wilson sighs. “ i’ve only listened to , like , at the most , t h r e e christmas songs , willingly. they all kind of sound the same , “ a smile forms on her red lips. she was a lot like shiklah in many ways , despite fahima always denying it. and one of them was her lack of knowledge of pop culture. or anything about earth , really. sure , she had been living upstairs with her dad for awhile when she wasn’t with shiklah but it was usually just too much for her to digest. “ -- is taylor swift the really annoying one ? “














