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[digtengraves]

Characters: Logan and whoever wants to come bother him.
Location: Breakstone lake.
Time: Sunday morning.
Content: Logan is enjoying some alone time. Like that's going to last.
Warnings: Wolverine.

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[truepsychictale]

Sasha had decided to smoke outside for once and explore the grounds of Xavier's. It had been many years since he was last here as a angry young German with too much potential and too little control. Now, he was back in the position of a teacher. It honestly felt quite odd, also Sasha didn't seem to notice- or care if he did notice- none other than one Logan enjoying some alone time.

He blew out a small puff of cigarette smoke and gazed at the glassy surface of the lake.

[digtengraves]

Very few things escaped Logan's preternaturally enhanced senses, least of all another person standing not thirty feet away from him. Sasha. Logan knew a little of him from the last time the guy'd been at the mansion. Telepath. Wound tighter'n a bedbug's asshole. He was keeping his distance, though, and that was all Logan cared about.

[truepsychictale]

He carelessly flicked his ashes onto to the the ground, he decided to be the first to speak up. "I am surprised you decided to teach here." he admitted.

[digtengraves]

For a minute or two, Logan gave no sign that he'd even heard the man speak. Just stood there, shoulders braced against an imagined cold. Then he raised his head a little, eyes still on the lake, and growled:

"Goes for both of us."

[truepsychictale]

"Now, who wouldn't want to teach the next generation how not to blow themselves up?" Sasha questioned, the closest thing he would do to a joke all week outside helping people set up Schadenfreude due to them not paying attention.

[digtengraves]

Logan grunted.

"Long as they ain't blowin' anythin' else up," he pointed out, attention still on the flat grey-white water.