<strong>Character Name:</strong>Logan (Wolverine)<br/><strong>Date/Time: </strong>16:40, 28th of June 2016<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Xavier School for gifted youngsters, Westchester, Upstage New York, Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Wolverine uniform<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>ladies in the kitchen, Nightcrawler<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/>"It's still disgusting because it looks raw...even if it is fully cooked."<br/>Logan reacted with a low grunting noise. Like a dog giving a warning not to touch his toy. It was restrained and perhaps teasing but it was hard to tell sometimes.<br/>"Do you remember the time me and Danielle tried to make you breakfast and we put extremely hot peppers and hot sauce in our special made omelettes because we overheard you say to Emma Frost that you liked things hot...not cold like her, making us think you were talking about food? I think it was the first time I saw your face that red or the first time I thought you were going to kill me and Danielle for something that wasn't a prank. Oh, Logan. You were such a fun and loving father to us and the others. Don't ever leave. Besides, who else would we torture if you left?"<br/>Logan kept balance of the pain and his eyebrows shot up comically for a moment.<br/>He look at the hugging Amara, he regained his composure and ran a large rough hand casually through her hair, messing it up playfully.<br/>He granted her an amused smile.<strong>"Troublemaker"</strong>he said but there was no spite in his words.<br/>Deepdown he was quite fond of many of the students.<br/>It would of course be a cold night in Hell before he'd admit it.<br/>Those things never changed. Wolverine was a man of<em>'actions say more than words'</em>. And he stuck to the philosophy with the same gusto as a small child treasuring an ice cream cone.<br/><br/>Wolverine sniffed the air twice and slightly shook his head.<br/>He smelled bacon, perfume, hairlotion, the scent of his beer and... Nightcrawler.<br/>Kurt Wagner had always had an oddly specific scent. It seemed almost peppery to him.<br/>He didn't look back as Kurt spoke "I wouldn't mind one of those omelets...".<br/><strong>"Of course you wouldn't mind. Sometimes you seem more ravenous than me!"</strong>he slightly shook his head in mild amusement as he heard Kurt speak to Adelia.<br/>Some things never changed.<br/><br/>As Ororo spoke with Kurt, he added but a single contribution to her question.<br/><strong>"Emma gets only a singular response from me Ororo." </strong>he said as he rose up a single fist... and the middle claw flew out... giving a dramatic<em>'Fuck You'</em>.<br/><strong>"And if she causes trouble again..."</strong><br/>There was a bit more silence and then the other claws slid out through, joining the middle one. As usual accompanied by a<em>'snikt'</em>noise.<br/><strong>"...now... where's the cheese?"</strong><br/>He was through with politics.<br/>Especially Emma Frost's politics...<br/><br/>