<strong>Character Name:</strong>Logan (Wolverine)<br/><strong>Date/Time: </strong>(16:05 / 4:05 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, open<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/>There was a moment of silence as he put his large hairy 'paw' of a hand on hers, caressing it lightly.<br/><strong>"...or I might just stick to the woods outside. Then you can still call up a fierce storm and call me back"</strong>he gave her a wide grin. For such an old wisened scruffball, Wolverine could be oddly boyish in his smiles.<br/><strong>"But first the coffee... and while I slurp coffee you can tell me about these new students that are making so much noise"</strong>he stated.<br/><strong>"...I noticed one has a bike. She should be glad she's not Cyclops. Or it would've been used already"</strong>he jested trying to lighten her mood. He really wouldn't steal the bike. He mostly just did it in Cyclops case because the 2 consistently bumped heads on everything.<br/>Cykes and he were like night and day. One was a young, arrogant but disciplined teamleader with a boyscout edge and a tendency to lecture while Wolverine was a stubborn, cynical old guy who simply stopped caring about all the niceties that came with dreams and ideals.<br/>Wolverine wouldn't admit it, but he sometimes somewhat missed the one-eyed boyscout.<br/><em>...but only sometimes!</em><br/><br/>He sniffed the air suddenly. He gave her a lupine grin.<strong>"I smell... bacon".</strong><br/><strong>"Somehow it beats fresh deer..."</strong>he then quickly added<strong>"Don't ask. Let's go"</strong>he said dragging, walking passionately towards the kitchen area.<br/>The Wolverine was a man with a mission currently.<br/>Namely stuffing his gut while Storm gave him a quick recap about all the young folk...<br/><br/>