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When the class walked in that morning there was no teacher. None. Zip. Zero.

Niet.

Nada.

(I could go on like that forever.)

But, thankfully, he would not. Instead there was a bright flash of light and--

A very confused looking mutant appeared next to the usual teacher. Cable battled the confusion fiendishly, and it didn't hold for more than a few seconds. "Good morning, class..." he said, then shot a look sideways. "Wade."

Deadpool shot him a look. "Don't undermine my authority with my first name!" Because, you know, he had such authority.

"Keeping with last week's theme, we'll be studying the elusive metrosexual. I have, at great personal risk, captured one for you all to examine."

"Captured?" Nate asked, dryly. He was wearing jeans. And a turtleneck. "I'm not a metrosexual."

Deadpool carried on as if he hadn't spoken. "Note the perfectly coiffed hair, the neatly trimmed and manicured nails, the turtleneck sweater despite it being summer..."

"As opposed to pyjamas," Cable deadpanned, eyeing the class with equal dryness.

That just got him a glare that promised a bullet to the brainpan.

"The designer jeans," He continued. "The feminine cocking of his hips as he stands."

A beat.

"Although we could just blame the artist for that one..."

"What Wade is trying to say is that you can dress well and still beat him in a fight," Cable translated. "Thank you..."

"And what Nathan is trying to say is that acting like a girl doesn't make you any less of a man in anyone's eyes." He snickered. "You get facials."

He was twelve.

"Not really," Cable said, crossing his arms and shooting Wade an amused look that was downright stoic. "It's basic hygiene; clothes should generally be practical. I have my back to deal with." His big, half-metal, heavy-looking back.

"Translation: WOMAN!"

Cable just smiled at the class. "Don't mind him, he's overcompensating," he said, kindly. "The fashion isn't what's important here. I hope you all realize that..." He glanced sideways again. "...Did you get those toys for Jan...?"

Deadpool glared more. "Next time you drag me along to some big important speech for the U.N., I'm going to undermine you the whole time."

"I trust you will," he replied. "In the interest of this class, would any of you have any ideas for a new uniform...?" Okay, there were certain things about Providence he might have missed.

"Today was supposed to be a final..." Deadpool sighed. "Fine, fine. You all design something for Miss PrissyPants here. Consider that the final for the class."

"Thank you," Cable finished, and nodded at the class. "That'll be all. So, about Jan..."

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"Hello, Viki," Cable replied, with equal mildness, "As far as assumptions go, you could do worse."

"I suppose I could also do a lot better," she said, considering him. "Though I don't pretend to understand why it matters so much as long as the person wearing the clothing is well with it."

"In the end, it's just personal choice," he said, with a slight smile. "Which sometimes can use an impulse or two."

"I'm not sure I would quantify impulse as arriving in a class being told that this will be so." Viki shrugged lightly. "How did you arrive in class, by the by?"

"I wasn't talking about that part as an impulse," Cable said, wryly. "And I have my own teleport system." To which Deadpool came unfortunately (or at times, fortunately) attached.

"Does it always flash?" she wondered. "Wouldn't that be rather disruptive to your eyes?"

"It comes with the package," he said frankly, "Yes."

She considered that, then shrugged a bit.

"Getting used to something like that, I suppose, is possible. If not comfortable."

"If it works..."

"Don't fix it," she finished with a grin. "Though you could make the case for your clothing then, too."

"I like to mix it up," he replied, a smirk playing on his lips, "Keeps me from getting lazy."

"Are you in danger of that?"

"It's a danger for everyone, to an extent." Especially the kind of people who liked to spend their time breaking into places and beating up on other superhumans, though.

"That's not particularly a good answer," she noted, blinking at him. "As a danger to an extent neither answers or doesn't answer the specific."

"There's a lot of things that are possible," he said, crossing his arms. "Becoming lazy is one of the easier ones."

Another shrug.

"As you will," she said amicably. "Though I would say that being lazy is not such a bad thing when you can afford it."

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