Fucking with Logan - embarrassing fun tiems with you and Jean - OTA

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((With a little help from Jean, Logan has figured out how to build a mental block in his head, to keep nosy telepaths out. What Logan doesn't know is that Jean strengthened this block to far beyond what he could've achieved himself - at least, without years of training. But he's still the one in control of it, and he has to learn how to use it, to

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With her wrist watch beeping, Mercy had practically fallen from bed, into clothes and dragged herself towards the mess. Stupid strict regime and stupid cold Russia. She was so demanding a trip to Cuba or Brazil after this.

Too busy rubbing sleep from her eyes and turning off her blasted alarm, Mercy didn't see Logan until she walked into his back.

How slow was he walking for Christ sake. "Shit man, you taking in the scenery or something?" Mornings were not good for the spy.

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Thinking about what kind of food to get Jean - what did she even like? well, it was going to be something fast - Logan had slowed to a halt on his way to the fridge when someone walked into him. He spun around, a wild look in his eyes.

Seeing who it was, he calmed himself a little. But only a little.

"You trying to cop a feel?"

He was willing to cut her some slack, since she'd got him beer that one time, but that didn't mean he'd let her get away with everything. His goodwill was limited.

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With a roll of her eyes, she smirked, "If I was copping a feel, you'd know it." Pushing her hair from her face she moved around him, going to the fridge herself.

Her usual morning diet was fruit and some kind of oat cereal. Here she was rather limited and ended up with the less than delectable porridge. Gods, she hated this stuff.

Milk and oats and whatever the hell else was in there, she was pretty sure cardboard was one of the additions, Mercy suffered it anyway. "So, early morning walk, or crawl as it was, or do you just occasionally become a roundabout for fun?"

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Logan rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I like to get up especially early so's all the attractive women in camp can walk into me."

She cut ahead of him in the foodline now? Sure, it was only them, but if she was going to take something he wanted -... Oh, who was he kidding? He was in no mood to get pissed off. It was early, and Mercy was the first person he talked to today. No one had had a chance to tick him off yet.

"Don't sleep much," he added in a more serious tone, glancing over at what Mercy was having. If she liked porridge, maybe Jean would like it too? Ah, hell, it was worth a shot. Logan grabbed some before fixing a plate of assorted food for himself. He could always let Jean have some of that.

Some of it.