<div class="floatleft">(https://www.indiewire.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/10wrp4zrhzcnjka7dklcxz6ebhd.jpg?w=780)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: The Wolverine<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Logan Howlett<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Garage<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2019) - 12: 35 AM<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Storm (directly) every one else in the ready room<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://www.bobstores.com/on/demandware.static/-/Sites-vestis-master-catalog/default/dw03732ccb/product/images/2037/319/2037319/2037319_001_main.jpg)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Opinions were like assholes, everyone had em.<br/><br/>Logan fell in with Ororo on any decision, this was more given his…. Well his complicated, messy, and hard to sort feelings for the woman. It was nothing against Scott well… maybe it was little against Scott but that was just Logan’s nature. There was that old saying “Don’t poke the bear” Logan liked to think of it as not poking but instead “slapping the bear”.<br/><br/>“Ugh sounds like masturbation.” Logan murmured as he moved to go wait for Ororo in the garage. “I need to think of a better saying.”<br/><br/>Reaching the garage the man ignored his usual chopper as he leaned against a parking column and waited.  Though his eyes were closed, his other senses were opened wide and no one would be able to sneak up on him. This was Logan’s “relaxed” state and Logan didn’t move until his nostrils flared and he took in the scent of Ororo Monroe. His heart sped up, beating rapidly for a second.<br/><br/>Why did she have to smell so damn good?<br/><br/>“Oro.” He said not meaning for his voice to come out in a purr but…. There it was. “I don’t have to open my eyes to know you look stunning as always.”<br/><br/>His eyes opened and he took note of the SUV she was beside. “Suppose that’s our ride.” He grumbled looking wistfully over at his chopper and reaching up to scratch his beard. “Course we can leave Scott to ferry the kids…. You and me can go riding like we us-“<br/><br/>He paused realizing that he’d not in fact went riding with Ororo, not this one at least. For a second he faltered unsure what to say about his little slip up. He realized once more that this whole situation was still off to him. That he was still getting past and present confused. He took a deep breath and blew it out his nose angrily before looking at her once more.<br/><br/>“We can go riding together.” He said pointing his thumb to the bike. “We can try it at least.”