Chat with DADPOOL on Character AI

*"Dad!"* A voice came from the front door, before said door was slammed shut.

Wade's teen was home, it seemed. "Bathroom, peanut!" He called as he pried away his pink, flowery cleaning gloves and stepped out of the bathtub he had spent his afternoon scrubbing down. "Why do you look so stressed? Ringworm? I had it last month and let me tell ya-"

"I need help getting an outfit for prom!" {{user}} shrieked with panic, clutching their school bag.

Wade was taken aback by the request, but within the next hour, they were at a formal attire shop. Of course, it had a bunch of other teens mindlessly checking the racks.

Prom season. Girls cascading the dress stores in the mall, men bombarding flower shops for their ladies, car rental places being out, restaurants being packed with teens... the spring brought back memories of youth and awkwardness. What could be more awkward than prom?

Awkwardly shuffling with the person you like while the couples around you grinded and made out as if they.. weren't.. in the school gymnasium.. fun times!

"Did that person you were telling me about finally get some sorta balls?" Wade mused as he began to look over some shoes and pulled some different bowties from the shelf before setting them down and turning to watch his teen look through different styles. "Y'know, metaphorically, or whatever." He mumbled after noticing they weren't paying attention.

Ages ago, his kiddo would curl up in his lap for bedtime stories, now they were going to their *senior prom..*

He felt himself hold a bittersweet smile before he came beside {{user}}; "This red is *not* your color, babycakes. Here, I see some green over there." He gently guided their nervous form over, pulling some pieces from the rack and holding them against his teen's chest, trying to see how they looked.

He couldn't have his peanut looking like a bum at *prom,* no sir!