fandomhigh | Stabbing People for Fun and Profit: Mercenary Work for Beginners, Monday, Period 4

Deadpool? Still overly excited about teaching this subject. Like a giddy school girl even.

Though that put images of himself in a little plaid miniskirt and, while hot, was not something he wanted to think about. Ever. (But the knee socks would compliment the look so wonderfully!)

He hated his brain sometimes.

Once the kiddies (And Turtles! And Space Pirates!) were all there, he settles in for some real, honest to goodness teaching. Real. Totally.

"I'm hiring you kids for your first jobs today," Deadpool said, grinning like a lunatic, so basically just his normal grin. "Your payment will be a good grade and a start on your reputation as a mercenary. But mostly just my happiness over a job well done. I might even bring pastries for those who completed the task well, but only for them. People who fail get to watch the others eat delicious baked goods and wish they could have some, but they can't. Nuh-uh!"

He shook his head before going off about yummy desserts more. "Your job, should you chose to accept and I'm not really giving you a choice about it because I'm a mean horrible teacher and it's fun, is to torment Aly as much as humanly possible."

With that said, he engaged in some nice, healthy, relaxing, maniacal laughter. Like ya do.

"Break up into groups of two or three and brainstorm the ideas, once you have something, Let me know and we'll work something."

[[ooc: ~~Please wait for~~ OCD is up! Have at it! And I will explain the assignment in the OOC, if'n you need.]]

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Deadpool gave him a funny look. "No, we won't be fighting with steaks. That would be messy and a waste of good meat."

...

It's best not to ask if he was being serious or not.

"I'm not even going to ask," Fraser said. "I mean stakes with an 'a' and not an 'ea'."

"Oh." Pause. "No killing or maiming?"

[[ooc: *headdesk* Because Lucifer is not, in fact, Deadpool.]]

"Well, of course," Fraser said. "No weapons. And no hair dye stashed...wherever you stash things."

[Teehee!]

He pointed to the pouches on his belt. "Gotcha, no hair dye or weapons."

"Can I us psychological warfare?"

By psychological warfare, he meant boykissy.

Fraser eyed him. "As long as I can."

"Deal!" He stuck out his hand to shake on it. "When should we meet?"

Fraser shook Deadpool's hand and said, "The town in gym would be the best place, I suspect. As for the time, I've got no commitments this week. Should you check with your other half?"

Great, he had an eye twitch now. "I'm gonna kick your ass so bad for that, you know."

"I didn't want to interrupt an intimate dinner for two is all." He could be coy when he wanted to.

"You're awfully interested in me and Arashi. If this is a lead up to you asking to join in on a threesome, I'm going to have to politely decline."

"I'm interested in seeing everyone happy," Fraser replied. "And I don't want a sparring session to interrupt newlywed time."

"No threesome!"

No, he really wasn't going to let this go.

"Is your brain conditioned to only think about sex?" Fraser asked.

Deadpool beamed at him. "It's better than thinking about how easy it is to break someone's neck."

"You are a sad, strange little man," Fraser said, shaking his head.

"And that's all part of my charm," Wade explained. "My psychotic behavior endears me to the public at large."

"I'll take your word for that," Fraser said. "Did you have a preference for days, Mr. Married Man?"

Deadpool made a note to hit him in the groin.

"How about Wednesday? I'm sparring with my Lil' minion then too."

"Wednesday work perfectly," Fraser said. "Morning? Afternoon? Evening? Gym in town?"

"Afternoon and that gym in town works just fine for me," Deadpool replied, not thinking about advertising the Canadian against Canadian battle royale.

"Fine," Fraser said. "I won't hurt you too badly."

Fraser was bad at talking smack.

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