wolverined
/ cb & specify
wolverined
timehaunts
/ why u not following me
wolverined
/ he has risen
RUBYVISORS
y'mind asking before you decide to steal my bike ?
RUBYVISORS
ID. @WOLVERINED * the mutant stepped down into the garage , crossing the area to snatch the keys from the other male with a look of annoyance . he then proceeded to squat down to examine the tires to which , yes , the wolverine was right in his assessment && that / yes / scott had to fix it . * y'know , that wouldn't happen nearly as often if you stopped taking it out of the garage to ride to god-knows-where . you're also , what , 300 pounds not including that hunk of metal in your body . keep that up && my girl's gonna croak . now , get off my bike .
wolverined
@RUBYVISORS “nope.” [ the word slipped easily from the mutant’s mouth, curling around the cigar that was perched between his lips. the keys to the bike in question were being twirled in circles around logan’s finger, almost as if he had dared to tease scott further about taking his bike out once more. ] “and besides, scotty — it’s not stealin’ if i’m bringing it back. which i did. it’s borrowing. by the way, one of the tires is goin’ flat. might wanna fix that.”
timehaunts
bucky sat adjacent to logan in a ragged old barstool that had seen better days, but then again, so had the both of them. in the dim light, bucky could hardly make out logan's expressions as they spoke, but he'd known the other well enough — even with the memories he'd been stripped of — to know what he was feeling. catching up with logan never got easier for bucky, but it never got harder, either. they didn't pity each other, it was something more than that, and they listened to each other with the common ground of two men who were deprived of normalcy for many years.
after some serious conversation followed by a comfortable silence and two more drinks ordered, bucky lifts his glass halfway to his lips and speaks, "not that it ain't nice to see you, you know i like to catch up with you — but what're you visiting for this time? trouble with your own crew?" he half-questions, half-teases, before fully putting the drink to his lips and taking a sip. he eyes the other over the rim of the glass before setting it down on the bar top he's leaning against, tilting his head at logan.
wolverined
/ so sorry for the low and sporadic activity, i will be sending out everything very soon <33
crimscns
"we have rules in place for a reason, logan," camila spoke in an annoyed tone, her brows furrowed as she walked. he had ended a danger room session early /again,/ and it was getting irritating. with a sigh, she stopped to turn and look up at him. "we're their example. prove that you're worth being that."
wolverined
/ happy birthday to my guy <33
wolverined
/ cb & specify
slyenigma
somehow, you always seem to smell like a dog.