CHARACTERS: Logan & Kurt. TOPIC: Fucking Frice. DATE & TIME: Sept. 23rd, 2017 - 9:30pm. LOCATION: Xavier's Chapel. RATING: T for Troy.
Logan avoided Xavier's chapel. Not only Xavier's, it wasn't as if Wolverine just didn't approve of the carpet or the choice in stained glass depictions that ordained the walls. Logan avoided all chapels. Even if you happened to catch the Canadian in a particular positive mood, and in addition, you successfully struck up a meaningful conversation about religion, you'd still be better off getting blood from a stone. Logan avoided God, because as far as he was concerned, God had avoided him.
That being said. One of very few people the Wolverine could coexist peacefully with happened to be a chapel dweller. When Logan passed through the wooden arch, and crossed into the sanctuary, he felt no different when he walked into the teacher's lounge. Well, he smelled less marijuana.
"Kurt." He spoke to the ceiling, where he knew the swashbuckling elf liked to brood, or meditate, or... think about Storm. "You busy?" He asked the shadows, because he knew the little known fact that Nightcrawler could actually disappear into shadows, all but his bright yellow eyes. Logan sighed, not because he was speaking to darkness, more about the request he was about to make. "Listen, Troy lost his dumb goat in the woods and he wants me to go look for him. I don't feel like wandering around alone looking for a goat named Frice. So, you wanna... go?" Logan also avoided asking for things. But Frice? He needed a wingman.