Bury Your Heroes CHARACTERS: Wolverine & Zap. TOPIC: Don't fuck with Leprechauns. DATE & TIME: Saturday, March 17th, 2018 - 10:58am. LOCATION: Eva's Office. RATING: S for Shenanigans.
Hands filled with student scruff, Logan entered Eva's office unceremoniously and with little warning. "These two..." Wolverine started (who needed proper greetings? Not Logan) "little shits," he continued, shirts remained fixed between his fingers, "started a new St. Patrick's Day tradition. Please tell her?" Neither younger boy seemed eager to explain themselves to Professor Rojas, so he'd have to. "The girls dorm just had a visit from a very friendly Leprechaun." They'd been less than amused. "And I figured out where all your green food coloring went." Wolverine added as a side note.
Sick to death of these two, Logan released the pair of young boys and watched with a degree of satisfaction when neither future Iceman or Pyro could look Eva in the eyes. "Apologize for stealing." He commanded and the boys complied. "Now go away while we decide your punishment." They shuffled off under his glare, and the feral mutant kept a stern face until they'd exited the office. "Every toilet on the third floor is filled with green water." Wolverine explained with a smirk, though he was dead set against messin' with Leprechauns. Little bearded bastards were more trouble than they were worth.
Alone, Logan relaxed his posture and absentmindedly walked closer to Eva and her chair. "Good thing you're wearin' green," he commented on the normally festive electrokine. "I'd hate to have to pinch you." He wouldn't. His arms crossed over his chest, mostly for lack of anything better to do. "Kiernan's throwin' that huge Mexican-Irish party tonight," he mentioned as though Eva didn't know exactly what he was talking about. "You plannin' on going?" Logan asked with a slight degree of interest in his tone. "Just tryin' to figure out if I'm going," he added, with a healthy amount of not giving a fuck even though he did.