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Atlas Gym, Sunday

When Logan woke up this morning his pants weren't jeans, his flannel shirt was a poofy blouse-type thing, and his boots and belt looked like they belonged on his costume. But it all still fit, so that wasn't going to bother him.

When he got to the gym, he decided to skip the whole office thing and go straight to the sparring room to work on his swordwork. You know, just in case.

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"I'm doing fine aside from the pirate clothes," Logan said. "I'd be better if I had some beer. So, are you gonna just stand there and talk or are you gonna make yourself useful for once and give me someone to spar with?"

Deadpool batted his eyes at him, hands clutched to his chest. "Why, Jimmy, I thought you'd never ask."

The fact that Logan was already sneering meant that he couldn't sneer even more at the use of his original name. But he would've if he could. Logan turned so that both he and his katana were facing Wilson and changed from his practice stance to more of a ready-to-chop-Deadpool's-head-off-again stance. "Let's go, then."

"No decapitations!" A beat. "I don't know why, but it's suddenly a concern around you..."

Grinning a little and bouncing, Deadpool pulled his own sword.

"I'm not making any promises," Logan said, charging forward with a downward slash.

"Evil man!" Deadpool gasped in shock. "What will the children think?"

Really.

Shock.

Bringing his own sword up to block, he spun to slash at Logan's side.

"They'd like it. Kids are bloodthirsty," Logan said, turning his sword to parry. With a quick step back, Logan took a quick stab at Deadpool's shoulder.

"Ow." Deadpool moved the blade of his sword down along Logan's to slice at his hands. "That's pretty true. They keep trying to break my knees in a spar. I mean, it's sweet of them to think that will put me down, but also annoying."

Logan switched sword hands since the one he had been using had just been cut open. So Logan thrust lefty at Deadpool's chest. "I knew I liked the kids around here."

"Hey now! They think I'm awesome," Deadpool actually gasped as there was a sword in his lung. Pushing forward into it, he brought the handle of his own down to hit Logan in the face.

The blow turned Logan's head, but he didn't let go of the sword. He took a step back and tried to pull it out (ahem) while twisting it a bit to do a little more damage on the way out. "I like 'em, but they're dumb."

Which was painful and only could be responded to with an attempted beheading of his own.

"Are not--" He gurgled a little with the whole blood thing. Sigh. Tedious. "You're just jealous!"

Logan ducked under the attack - which wasn't tough for the little guy - and swung at Deadpool's sword arm. "Jealous of you? That'll be the day."

"People like me here," Deadpool shot back, moving back to avoid the sword and slashing low because-- weetiny opponent.

"Some people like you back home, too," Logan said, not moving quite fast enough to avoid getting his leg slashed open. "Ugh. I'm not sure about them, either."

"Awww, it's okay, Jimmy." Deadpool spun like a ballerina a safe distance from him. "I still... tolerate you!"

"I'm thrilled," Logan said. "What, are you done already?"

"I was giving you a moment to catch up," Deadpool replied, moving forward halfway through the sentence to slash his stomach. "You're not getting any younger!"

"Nope," Logan said, blocking the slash and throwing an elbow at Deadpool's face. "Just better."

"At least my clone isn't around for fanboys to ogle!" Deadpool said, kinda muffled by the elbow to the face. He decided to try and stab Logan in the kidney for that one.

Logan mostly dodged (his shirt got torn and a little bloody, boo hoo) and slashed at Deadpool's neck.

"I've warned you. Don't talk about X-23."

Grabbing his throat for a moment and looking very upset as it healed back together, Deadpool moved with more speed than the-- erm-- 'friendly' spar warranted to stab Logan in the lung.

He so deserved it.

(Damn, attention hogging furball!)

If Deadpool could do it earlier, Logan could too. He charged forward, letting the sword run him through as he brought his blade back to Deadpool's throat. "I could pop it off again. Give up?"

Well, that's what he tried to say. There were probably some gurgling noises in there towards the end.

Swallowing a few times to see if he could talk again, Deadpool gave him a look. "Are you hitting on me?"

"...." Logan said. He wanted to say that Deadpool wasn't his type, but the sword and blood in his lung was making that difficult. So he just shook his head and made an extra-mean face.

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