-- BONUS: X-Closure --
Rogue walked out across the sunny lawn of the X-Mansion and saw Logan walking from the student dorm with his bag slung over his shoulder.
“Logan!…You’re leaving again? I don’t understand. You just got back!”
He gave a humoured grin. “I’m not leaving, kiddo. …I’m moving in
? For real? How long for?”
“Calm yourself down there. The Professor’s asked me to take on a couple of classes. I’m heading for the teacher’s dorm now.”
“What?” Her mouth gaped.
“He wants me to take over the Sports class to free up one-eye-boy. And I’m taking on a self-defence group for the older kids.”
Her gape became a huge gleeful smile.
“I know,” he continued, “bad idea.”
“You’ll be great. But I had you down for a dedicated loner.”
He gave a sigh and looked around the grounds. “I’ve been cruising from place to place for fifteen years, Rogue. …This is the only place in all that time that I feel…”
Rogue smiled warmly and began to leave for the rec room with a new spring in her step. She stopped. “When do you start?”
“So, I guess I’ll see you in class sometime.”
it’ll be Sir
.” He grinned.
Rogue threw back a thumb. “You won’t wanna come hang out then; now you’re a teacher n’ all?”
“Actually, there’s something I need to do.”* * *
A razor impacted in water filled with short hairs, releasing foam into the mix. The razor was then washed clean under the gush of a cold tap and discarded.
Hands covered in manly hair applied aftershave to a smooth raw chin.
The same hands lifted a vest from a bed and pulled it over a muscled hairy torso and tucked it into denim pants, fastening the elaborate belt buckle tight.
Logan approached the large mirror in his new room. His face was clean-shaven for the first time in his memory. Side-burns gone. Hair slicked back.
He looked into the mirror to see if he still looked mean.
“You talkin’ to me?” … *SHING*… “It’s Mister
Logan to you, Bub.”