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Wolverine (clawed_one) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Yeah, Logan's eyes had changed colors all right. Waking up naked when he knew damn good and well he'd gone to sleep clothed had a tendency to do that to him.

He had ISSUES with this sort of shit.

And the /things/ on his hands (he wasn't thinking clearly enough to realize what they were) WERE. NOT. HELPING. in the least. Terror (not that he'd EVER admit to it), fear and rage made for a hell of an adrenaline cocktail. Add it all together and he was a hairsbreadth from going feral.

But whoever'd set this up had had an ounce of smarts. They'd picked Kaylee to put with him. Someone he'd spent a bit of time with yeterday. Someone whose scent was at least vaguely familiar. Better, someone he hadn't, mentally, labeled as a threat to be dealt with. Confusion began to wiggle into the equation, making him hesitate instead of attack. He was still wound as tight as hell, but he was at least not trying to go through the wall anymore. Or through Kaylee.