Office Hours, Monday

[mouthy_merc]

Deadpool was in his office, being... Vice Principaly. Or something.

He still wasn't entirely sure what that meant other than plotting to take over the island for some nefarious purpose. So he was reading horrible RPS again.

It was starting to be a habit here, people.


[[Warning: super SP until done with work!]]

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[puppy_fair]

Zack took a moment to very carefully consider what time he'd be--

"Oh, anytime is great for me! Except Sunday. I work Sunday, in this place where the dishes talk. Which is kinda weird, but I guess I should get used to weird, huh? Oh, and tomorrow and Friday I have class, so maybe Wednesday or Thursday or something? But really, whenever's good for you."

It was a wonder Angeal had never thought to muzzle Zack, really.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Deadpool was planning things already. Maybe involving duct tape.

"Wednesday," He decided. "And make sure to not have any sugar beforehand. I'm the only one here who is allowed to be like the Energizer Bunny, mmmkay? I refuse to allow anyone else to take that from me. Even if that means I need to ramble even more during the fight."

[puppy_fair]

It was too late. Zack was built to keep going, and going, and... Well. Maybe not as long as the Energizer Bunny. He wasn't immortal, or anything.

"I'm pretty sure I can do just as much bouncing around without any sugar," Zack noted. "Actually, it's probably better that I don't have any sugar. I'd probably crash pretty hard if I did, you know?"

From sugar-high to sugar-coma in the blink of an eye. It could be epic.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Ah, but do we really wanna risk that?"

[puppy_fair]

"Risk a nap?" Zack squinted a little, thinking that over. "Or do you figure I'll find some way to blow something up if I have sugar first? I really don't think I'm that bad."

Oh, he was that bad.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"How about you stay away from explosives just to be on the safe side, hmmm?"

[puppy_fair]

"I'm pretty sure that can be arranged," Zack decided.

To his credit, he was only pouting a teeny bit.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

...it was like kicking a puppy.

"Another time."

[puppy_fair]

Aww, Deadpool was the best!

"Cool! Swords first, huh? Wednesday, where?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"The gym. The one in town." A beat. "Unless... nah, I might get fired if I lure an impressionable kid out into the woods to have my way with him in a swordfight."

...yeah.

[puppy_fair]

"Fired? For swordfighting?"

That was absurd. Almost as unlikely as getting fired for scrapbooking, or something. Honestly.

"The gym it is, then!"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Something about endangering the life of a minor, I don't know. I wasn't really paying attention."

[puppy_fair]

"Minor what?"

He was already a high-ranking member of the elite military on his planet. Being a minor didn't have much to do with how endangered his life did or didn't get.

"What difference does it make if we're in the gym or in the forest? We're still using swords either way, aren't we?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Laws." PFF. Who needed them? "But that's no matter! I'll meet you there, mmmkay?"

[puppy_fair]

"Weird laws," Zack decided, and then he shrugged it off. "Wednesday at the gym in town, then. I'll be there!"

A beat. A grin.

"And thanks!"

Exercise, yay!