Post X-2
Summary: Storm finds Logan going through the trash.
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Storm had come out to the shed to see what was making all the racket. She thought that perhaps whoever had brought the trash out today had left the door ajar and a raccoon had found its way in. She hadn't expected to find Logan out here tossing empty boxes aside and kicking his way through the mess in his apparently important quest.
"What are you looking for?" she called, not wanting to wade through the path of destruction he'd just carved out.
He glanced back at her. "Recycling."
Storm gestured to her right where the blue, clearly marked barrels stood just beside the door. Logan immediately stalked back towards her.
"Why do you need the recycling?" Storm asked as Logan heaved the lid off the barrel labeled for aluminum. The light hit his face as he turned to set the lid on the floor, and Storm could see an expression that she identified as pure determination. "And why do you look like you're on mission here?"
"I am." He began taking old food cans from the barrel and tossing them into an empty milk crate.
"For aluminum?"
"Rogue and Piotr are taking turns with Art Classes," Logan answered as he rooted deeper. He didn't appear to be searching for any particular size and the milk crate was filling up quickly.
Storm waited, and frowned when Logan didn't follow the ambiguous statement with anything related to aluminum cans. Typical. Leaving it for someone else to guess or make assumptions or put effort into puzzling out just how his answer satisfied the question. Of course, he probably did it on purpose, to punish or rebel against someone who dared to question his actions or push their noses into his business.
Storm almost sighed. She had to know. "What does that have to do with you digging used cans from the recycling bin?"
Logan looked over at her and shrugged. "I don't know. Rogue said she needed them for Art Class. Ask her."
Storm turned away to hide her grin. Rogue asked, and Logan jumped without even questioning it. Storm wouldn't say it aloud within Logan's earshot, but she was thinking it. Whipped.
