logan_is (logan_is) wrote in xemplifylogs, @ 2008-07-22 22:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | wolverine, § xaviers, ∅ jubilee |
WHO: Logan OT Jubilee
WHAT: Breakfast
WHEN: 6.30 in the morning
WHERE: Boat house - X mansion
NOTES PG
Logan had been up and in the danger room for a good few hours, before he retuned to the boat house. It was still really only six in the morning, but he figured yelling up the stairs to get Jubilee waking and remembering she had to get up to the mansion for her lessons wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Though he figured she could have another thirty minutes or so of sleeping, as a shower seemed to sound like a good idea to him at that precise moment in time. Pulling the plain, faded and looking worse for wear, which had once upon a time been black, but was now a charcoal kind of grey, t-shirt off, he tossed it into the kitchen as he passed it by and ran up the stairs and went into the bathroom.
The water got turned on and he finished off stripping off, warm but not too hot, didn’t feel like cold water at the moment, though normally he preferred it, made him slow down a bit and think, which was pretty much the opposite effect that freezing cold water had on other people. He went to grab at the soap and accidentally picked up something of Jubilee’s she must have left in there, and growled, he really had to remind her she had her own bathroom attached to her room, this was getting ridiculous how much room did a teenager girl really need? Well obviously a lot more than Logan thought, but there again his whole life style was minimalist. He had no possessions, other than the Harley Davidson bike parked up outside, thankfully he’d won this one in a card game, and had left Scott’s alone now he had his own. Which of course did not have the extra little bits and pieces added on it, well it was so old anyway, it would probably have fallen to pieces if it did.
Giving up on finding the soap, he just stayed in under the water for a few moments longer, before getting out, shaking his head, which sent rivulets of water all over the place and then tugged on his jeans he’d been wearing previously without bothering to dry off with a towel. He’d clean up after himself, but had seemed to forget for the time being, that Jubilee may well go in there after he’d woken her up. Walking out of the bathroom leaving a trail of large wet foot prints behind him, he banged on her door with one fist as he passed it by and walked into his own room, pulling out a clean white ribbed wife beater he tugged that down over his head, and growled yet again as it got damp around the neck due to the still more than saturated fur on his head. The growling over and done with, he grabbed a heavy plaid shirt, and was off out of his room once more, growling out loudly, “up and at ‘em Jubes, school.” As he passed her door and went back down the stairs, into the kitchen were he picked up his dirty t-shirt and tossed it into the washing machine, before going to the fridge and getting out a wide array of fruit, which yes, he was going to chop up and enforce Jubilee to eat for breakfast with some natural yoghurt.