<strong>Character Name:</strong>Logan (Wolverine)<br/><strong>Date/Time: </strong>(16:00 / 4:00 PM), 28th of June 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Xavier School for gifted youngsters, Westchester, Upstage New York, near Logan's Room.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Wolverine uniform<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>Ororo<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/Darthvegeta800/1058843-best_superhero_costumes_in_the_world_wolverine_xme_zpsfp57vfaz.jpg) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Darthvegeta800/media/1058843-best_superhero_costumes_in_the_world_wolverine_xme_zpsfp57vfaz.jpg.html)</div></div></div><br/>Logan had smelled Ororo before she had even popped in sight.<br/>Her scent was unique. Well everyone's scent was unique but he had always enjoyed hers. A mixture of sweet and spicy. A scent that reminded him of jungles and the eye of the storm. A fitting scent for a strong woman with a turbulent past.<br/>What surprised him was his reaction to her touch. His gaze turned to her slender hands and if usually he enjoyed her touch, this time he was surprised to find his teeth unbared. As his gaze moved slowly upwards, he hid the feral rictus quickly, dragging the beast back where it belonged.<br/>The fact he'd reacted like this to Storm just proved he was relapsing.<br/><strong>"I'm fine Ororo. I'm merely dealing with things my way. I'm not much for company. Never was. Never will be"</strong>he smiled at her but it was a forced smile.<br/><strong>"I'm looking for a cup of coffee... and then I'll be off again. I've been... considering an extended leave"</strong>he said suddenly.<br/>The thought had come to him then and there.<br/>It might be good for him to get away from this place. He had meant to head back to Canada for a while now. Getting lost in the frigid wastes and rediscovering himself might do him good.<br/>...that and he wouldn't able to lash out at old friends or innocent students at an unexpected moment.<br/>The short hairy ball of muscles's eyes fixed hers, trying to gauge her reaction.<br/>