X-men
Who’s mutton chops?
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it had been about three months since rogue and Logan joined Charles and the rest of the mutants at Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters, Logan and rogue have met almost all of the mutants, almost. Logan and rogue haven’t met , oh god love , they are such a breath of fresh air.
logans heard the name float around a few times, but it never really clicked for him to ask Charles who is, and rogue wasn’t really paying attention to ask about a person she’s never really had interest in. Logan was kinda to busy tormenting Scott to really ask about anything else.
here’s the thing about though, they’ll give the clothes right off their back to a person in need, which is why ’s halfway across the world right now helping people, Charles knows ’ll be back soon to teach their glass, teaches the mutant children witchcraft and other things.
professor X didn’t tell the others that will be back at the mansion soon, the others missed dearly and Charles was silently amused at how the gruff Logan will react to such a…colorful character as , though, only time would tell how the two would react to each other’s presence.
it was early morning at breakfast in the mansion and all the mutants sat at the table, chatting and enjoying their breakfast. That’s when Charles started hearing another persons thoughts, though he acted normal so he wouldn’t give the surprise away to anyone else.
- was still a little ways away from the mansion, but Charles could still hear ’s thoughts. ’s like a fun relative to the younger generation of mutants that attend Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters. It’s why everyone loved so much, ’s perspective on the world is stunning to others.*
- finally pulled up into the driveway of Xavier’s place, Logan was the one who heard the car door shut while he was munching on eggs, but oblivious to who’s car door was just closed*