Atlas Gym, Sunday
Logan was spending the afternoon collecting his stuff to get ready to head out. Granted, it took all of ten minutes to shove a couple changes of clothes into his duffel bag. He was planning on spending the rest of the afternoon finishing off the beer in the fridge before the X-Jet picked him up.
But the fridge was empty. "Stinson," he snarled. If anyone wanted to catch him before he left, he'd be here trying to bottle up his boozeless anger into something he could use in the future against a Skrull.
[OOC: No OCD, but the gym's open. This is Logan's last post in Fandom. He's off to bigger and more in-continuity things now.]
But the fridge was empty. "Stinson," he snarled. If anyone wanted to catch him before he left, he'd be here trying to bottle up his boozeless anger into something he could use in the future against a Skrull.
[OOC: No OCD, but the gym's open. This is Logan's last post in Fandom. He's off to bigger and more in-continuity things now.]