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Construction Site [Monday]

Fraser's moderately distracted when the students arrive to the construction site this morning. He keeps glancing behind him and to both the left and right of him. That might have something to do with the fact that the last time he was here, he got bombed by the smelliest balloons one ever smelled.

And there would be revenge. Fraser hadn't quite figured out what to do but there would be revenge even if it meant hiring a skywriter to proclaim something undignified about Deadpool's hips.

"Good morning," Fraser greeted. "And we're back to work today. Progress is on schedule. Please take a hard hat, tool belt and goggles before starting work. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask."

With that, he smiled and continued looking around.

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With the sun in the sky and no Old Spice in the air.

Bel showed up bright and early. He'd run out of soap so he'd been forced to borrow Phoebe's body wash for his morning shower, and now he smelled of rosemary and mint.

Conner, now with touch of Herban Cowboy "Wild" (http://www.herbancowboy.com/displayproducts-towel.asp?subcatid=133) soap scent, put his pink hard hat, goggles, and gloves on, and got cracking.

For the workers and their visitors.

Won't somebody come feed the hungry demon? Please?

Well, look at that, someone was here to feed the hungry demon.

He kind of hoped the hungry demon would leave him a little food, too.

Bel grinned widely. Food!

"I went to Ching Tai for you," Anders told him, holding up the rather large paper bag he was carrying. "I hope I at least get a kiss before eating."

Bel obliged him with a smooch, then took the bag and started pulling out the contents. "I knew I liked you for a reason," he said.

"You knew you --" Anders sighed. "Yeah."

Bel glanced at Anders. "What?" he said.

Anders shook his head. "Never mind." He pulled the customary Gatorade out of the cooler and set it in front of Bel. "Better eat before the food gets cold."

"I like you for other reasons, too," Bel said, Totally Not Getting It.

Uh huh. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh.

"That's something, at least," Anders muttered under his breath as he dug out chopsticks, forks, and napkins from the bag.

"Sex for one," Bel said, smirking around a mouthful of Chinese.

"Now who only wants who for their body?" demanded Anders, mentally facepalming the entire time.

"Never heard you complain about it before," Bel said.

Anders stared at him incredulously. "Okay, please go back and review what you just said? All of it?"

Bel blinked. "What's your problem today?" he asked, confused.

"Nothing," Anders said, exasperated. "Never mind. It's nothing, okay?"

"Ooooookay," Bel said slowly. He sat quietly for a long moment, then idly asked, "So. Catch the cats looking at you weirdly?"

Anders twitched. "I hope not. I swear I feel like they're laughing at me, though."

"Sounded like you had their approval to me," Bel said, shrugging.

"They liked making me flail, though!" Anders protested.

"They're cats," Bel said, as if that explained everything. "Well, part cat at least."

"Part?" Anders paused with a forkful of chow mein halfway to his mouth, and raised an eyebrow at him.

"I . . . didn't exactly get them in a pet store," Bel admitted.

"That . . . makes sense," Anders said slowly. "I guess."

He poked at his food a bit, eating a mouthful or two more, before saying quietly, "You know I care about you for more than just the physical stuff."

"Yeah, I know," Bel said, poking at his food.

Argh. Yet again, argh. Anders gave up on trying to push the matter for now, because he might start trying to poke his eyes out with chopsticks or something.

He opted, instead, for leaning over to put his head on Bel's shoulder.

And sniffed.

". . . how come you smell like you've been using Phoebe's bath stuff?"

Bel glared. "I was out of my stuff!" he protested.

Anders snickered. "Dork. Could've used some of mine, since it's up there."

"I didn't see it behind all the girly stuff," Bel grumbled. "Seriously, how many bottles of stuff do girls need in the shower?"

"Hell of a lot, apparently, Anders said, shaking his head. "Just give me a bar of soap and some shampoo, man, I'm good to go. Still, she smells nice so I'm not complaining too much."

"She does," Bel agreed, smiling a little goofily. "But this minty stuff is not for me. But it was either that or pomegranate. I'll look for your stuff when I'm done working."

"Dork," Anders said, poking him in the arm with his chopsticks. "You were welcome to it any time."

And it's back to work.

Fortunately, hard work under the sun created a much more manly odor. Although there may have been a faint trace of rosemary-mint.

A full morning's work leading into afternoon had Conner kind of regretting the loss of that soap scent. Shh.

He'd just have to take another shower after work. Well. He was going to do that anyway.

For your worker watching needs.

He's here and on his guard.

Ugh, Monday.

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