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Construction Site [Monday]

As a new week opened, Fraser's back at the site, hard hat on his head and tool belt around his waist.

"We're making fine progress," he told the workers, "but we've still got a ways to go. Continue working, be safe and take breaks when needed. It's going to be warm today."

There were hard hats (yellow and one pink) and tool belts for the students to equip themselves with.

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"Don't make me throw my hard hat at you."

Deadpool grinned. "Saucy!"

Oh yeah, he was annoying him now.

Fraser pushed him. He was very mature, he was.

Deadpool brought that maturity out in him.

"Hey!"

...and continued to do so by pushing him back.

"Stop pushing me," Fraser said, all of five years old again. He pushed Deadpool back.

"You started it!" Deadpool replied, pushing back again.

If this turned into a slap fight, Deadpool was so leaving.

"I was provoked," Fraser said and pushed Deadpool harder. "You provoked me!"

"Nuh-uh!" Deadpool replied, tackling Fraser this time.

"Yes huh," Fraser said and had no idea where that came from. Of course, he had no time to think of where it came from as he took a tackle and tumbled backwards into the, presumably, still damp construction area.

He started pounding on Deadpool's back since it was about all he could do.

Deadpool pouted down at the Mountie, grabbing his shoulders to pin him to the ground. "Stop that! And admit you totally started this!"

"No." He tried to kick his legs and make Deadpool tumble off but that was probably not going to happen.

Not really, no. Strong thigh muscles and all.

It was kinda like that mechanical bull at the bar in Arizona, only without the booze and more gay.

"Admit it!"

"No!" Since he really couldn't do anything physical, he just glared and prepared to wait this out. "I am not your husband! You can't order me!"

"Oh, I am so telling Arashi you think I can order him around, he's going to kick your ass for that!" Deadpool said gleefully.

"At least I'm not married!" Oh yes, good one, Fraser.

Fraser's wit was at it's peek whenever he dealt with Deadpool.

"I'm not married!" He snapped.

"Are too!"

"Nuh-uh! Take it back!"

"No!" Fraser squirmed just because it was all he could do. "You smell like a girl!"

"Do not!" Then it caught up with him what Fraser said. "Wait, what?"

"You smell like a girl," he repeated and then made a face at himself.

Deadpool tilted his head. "So, what you're saying is that you're smelling me now. I thought we talked about this never working."

"You're sitting on me," Fraser pointed out. "It's hard NOT to smell you."

"I can't smell you," Deadpool replied. "Unless you have some crazy Canadian Wolverine sense of smell."

Pause.

"Do you?"

"I like to think my sense of smell is more sharp than others," Fraser said. "It's called being observant."

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