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]

"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!