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There were days when Barney was just so bored with sitting around, waiting for one of his plans to go through or ~~for his friends to give their car a death sentence~~ a hot chick to arrive at the gym, that he whipped out perfect squares of brightly colored paper and worked some Japanese origami magic.

Barney Stinson, Master of Folding, Personal Trainer, Gym Manager was at your service.

Or, you know, hiding in ~~Wolverine's~~ his office from the cycling dudes. Their legs were scary.

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Don't worry, Barney won't set his origami army of flapping cranes on you for not talking to him.

Just the hopping frogs.

If he'd been in the know, Nate would hope the frogs wouldn't get too close. Killing wildlife was generally a bad thing. Unless it couldn't be helped.

Since he wasn't, he found himself on one end of a sparring mat, rolling his shoulders once. "At least the bodyslide's still functioning normally."

"Ssshhh! They might realize it's more comedic for it to not work!" Wade said in a stage whisper.

"...They?" It was Wade. He shouldn't question it.

One more roll of his shoulders, and he slipped into an easy stance. "Right."

"Oh, you know. The one fan of you out there," Wade replied, bouncing from foot to foot excitedly.

Ignoring it definitely seemed to be the best policy.

Which would've been why Nate shot out with a kick at the side of his upper right leg.

"Hey!" Wade went back at him with a roundhouse. "You're supposed to be nice and say 'Begin!' in a deep and menacing voice!"

He brought up one hand to block the roundhouse before it got anywhere; his other shot out for a punch at Wade's head. "Didn't feel like it," Nate countered.

Wade tumbled down, rolling into a crouch before darting forward to bodyslam him. "Well that's just mean, you know? Good guys are supposed to be all honorable and... offer cookies."

"Cookies don't win you a lot of--" Ow. He'd brought up an arm to block, but it sent him stumbling back anyway.

Good thing he had a dense head. "--Battles."

"But they're delicious," Wade replied, like that should've been obvious.

"Priorities," he replied, slamming his forearm up at Wade's head.

"Blah blah blah," Wade replied, knocked back slightly before pressing forward with an uppercut. "Those are boring."

He reached forward to grasp Wade's wrist, hopefully opening him up for the kick that he threw next-- "And yet..."

Yanking down hard enough to break the hold-- or his wrist. Which ever.--Wade moved forward into his space for an elbow to the face and to avoid getting kicked.

"You did that trailing off thing again," Wade pointed out.

"Looks like I did," Nate replied, after his head had straightened enough to do it, shifting back for a moment.

"And that means you're thinking," Wade replied. "In that 'I might be planning to take over the island' sort of way."

Nate raised an eyebrow at him. Because even he saw that was a long stretch.

Which didn't stop him at all from coming in with his own roundhouse. His mind was working, but really, plotting was not a good idea for the middle of a spar.

...It was Nate.

Not a long stretch at all.

Getting knocked back hard, Wade frowned before crouching down for a leg sweep. "Plotty! Not allowed when you're all... you!"

Moving quickly out of the way-- that really was one of Wade's favorite moves-- Nate replied, "I might be heading back home to see if I can find a way to check up on Jan."

Because that was clearly the issue here.

Wade paused for a moment, blinking at him. "Really?"

"Yep," he said, and went for the free punch.

I totally stole that origami icon from our very own

baskiceball's RL LJ because I'm a thieving thief who thieves.

Thieeeeeeeeeeeef! I shall alert the proper authorities.

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