This is probably the repressed high-schooler in me talking but…
Oo! Someone’s having a party?
I already said you needed more friends, kid.
Party at Xavier’s.
Like majority of the other teachers, Logan never stuck around on his lunch break. He worked on his bike, went to eat, watched T.V — lone sessions in the Danger Room. Those were his favorite, helping to take the edge off after particularly frustrating classes and giving him a safer way to channel his innate rage.
What’s that, kid? You’re volunteerin’ to run fifty laps? And clear out the showers after everyone’s done? Ain’t that nice of you.
Does anyone else hear that noise? It sounds like somebody is trying to speak - but instead of words, all that’s coming out of their mouth is shit.
Here I thought the hormonal actin’ out stage ended after the teen years. Is this for attention?
+1 asshole who should refer to me by my name and not by student
What’s that, kid? You’re volunteerin’ to run fifty laps? And clear out the showers after everyone’s done? Ain’t that nice of you.
I assume that because you want to host your party at the school, it will be a chaperoned, alcohol-free event. In which case, I would be more than glad to join in the festivities.
You’re talking ‘bout some real formal stuff there, Xavier. It sounds like it might even need paperwork. I was thinkin’ somethin’ more…spontaneous.
You just got your groove back’n’all. I might’a heard from a little blue Beast that you were the life of the party back in the day.