Summary: "Logan, don't you dare give me those puppy-dog eyes."
Late
Rogue patted the furry chest as she passed.
"Time to get up!"
A groan sounded from beneath the feather duvet.
"Dammit, sugar, we ain't got time for this! Wake up!"
The grumbly growl told her that wasn't going to happen any time soon without some serious incentive.
"Don't make me get the water." Rogue warned.
The whine was pitiful enough to make her reconsider her strategy.
"Y'know, I think Scott's frying up some bacon..."
With one last grumble, the wolf-dog slunk off the bed and padded down to the kitchen snag scraps from the fearless leader's breakfast.
Now, Rogue just needed to make sure Logan was up and ready. Nope- light off and absolute quiet.
Time for round two.
Marie flung open his door and flipped on the light.
"Up."
She was greeted with a sleepy growl and a pillow tossed unerringly toward her head.
"I see where Junior gets it."
A/N: This can be read as being in the same universe as Drabble 1: Protocol. Normally, I see Logan as the early riser-type, but this random thought amused me. So, for now, he's now a sleepy grumbly grump that just doesn't wanna. You're welcome.