THE NEXT MORNING
Logan's Harley raced like hell through the other vehicles on the road, making them look like motionless playthings compared to Harley's maximum horsepower.
Elisa had her hands tightly grabbing Logan from both sides as everything around them almost tuned into a blur. However, Logan could clearly smell her non-fear.
He had tried his best at making her scream in frustration, plead him to go slower, but no, not a word had escaped her old, shabby lips since the crazy ride had begun, and he couldn't say that she was speechless out of her fear.
She was clearly showing off her total apathy.
Logan just mumbled an intelligible something under his breath and kept going, trying to hit maximum speed.
Her cheeks were staying behind because of the exaggeration of speed taking her over, her face was deforming due to the speed, but she said nothing. She was clearly not happy too, or else she would have showed a sign of encouragement to go faster, but she still showed apathy.
As soon as they reached the mall, Elisa descended off the motorbike and gave a killer look to Logan.
"What were you thinking, young man?-"
Oh no...
"-were you trying to kill us?-are speed limits in this wretched country of yours at spacecraft levels?-you want to make your wife a widow AND an orphan at such a tender age?-you are definitely too immature for a man at your age-I wonder what my daughter found in you-she would have been comforted by now, but you had to go and seduce her with your manly charms and deny her all the riches and happiness she would have enjoyed by now-you're a good male-slut, that's for sure-"
Damnation...that would take quite a long...
"-I know five different men that would have behaved to her like a queen on her throne-but nooo-you had to drag her in a little border school of yours-her only residence a small room-not even having a house of her own to start a family-But just you wait and I'll show you, young man-you don't know what Elisa Maledetto means yet!-"
Oh yes, he did. It meant 65 years of painful grumbling.
By the end of that "little" lecture, Logan knew that if he survived this, he would be able to teach master classes at anger management- he would have become a master by practical experience by then. His face wasn't even reddening in anger, as he stood there, taking the whole speech like a man.
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LATER...MUCH LATER!
Having just returned from the vicious little "stroll" over the town's mall, Logan felt the urgent need to rest.
He had spent almost the entire day over at the mall with his mother-in-law, following her around while she had what must have been the greatest shopping spree in history. Now, most men, and especially gruff men like Wolverine hate to go out shopping with anyone, even the love of their life.
Taking the fact that he didn't go shopping with the love of his life, but with the aforementioned love's MOTHER, you can imagine how hard it was. Take the pain of swimming in a pool of acid, having a company of fifty acid-proof piranhas and multiply it by ten.
You're still not even slightly close to the pain that poor Logan had to go through.
A normal person would have expected that Elisa would have waited to finish her little 'lecture' before beginning to shop around, but no, she actually kept grumbling WHILE shopping around. Even as she chose out some lovely curtains for her room, Logan would listen to her preaching about 'precautions' on making love and the importance of chastity before marriage, trying to fish out any clues about their life before getting married.
During her consuming rampage in the clothing section, he would learn about the immorality of being unfaithful to your wife and the many different levels that hell consisted of, according to the Catholics, and what kind of torturing was going on in the infidel's section.
While checking out the veggies' freshness, she would rumble on about the rules of decent clothing, and of course the importance of eating vegetables every day, along with the necessity of restricting the consumption of meat (stakes, she actually said) and diminishing the alcohol drinking. Logan had either had to admit that she was *good* or, swear to himself to find the little brat who turned him in and make him pay.
Logan thought of going straight back to the mansion and knocking Gina up, so that very soon, Elisa would have a little baby for her to torture and leave everyone else alone. Like the way that the Mayas sacrificed babies for the good living of the rest of the people. But he rejected the idea, since a supposed pregnancy of Gina's would ensure Elisa's staying for at least 9 months more than planned.
His enhanced instincts granted Logan with the information that the grumbling would also go on during their return to the mansion, so he eagerly called Bobby to come and pick them up with the largest car available, since his motorcycle couldn't possibly afford space for all the stuff she was going to buy, and buying a trailer to carry the stuff and be pulled by the Harley was totally out of the question.
Bobby fell for the trap and got stuck with carrying all the stuff in the car, while Logan left for the mansion on the motorcycle ("someone had to get it back home", he had said before excusing himself) and poor Bobby also got stuck with someone else's mother-in-law, thus taking the toll meant for someone else.
Logan had returned a lot before Bobby and Elisa, so he took the chance to pass up on the couch and get some rest. You see, no matter how good someone's healing factor is, it can't possibly do anything against the hurt caused by constant, malevolent grumbling and preaching.
So Wolverine just allowed himself to be drifted into Morpheus' caring, ethereal arms.
Logan's Harley raced like hell through the other vehicles on the road, making them look like motionless playthings compared to Harley's maximum horsepower.
Elisa had her hands tightly grabbing Logan from both sides as everything around them almost tuned into a blur. However, Logan could clearly smell her non-fear.
He had tried his best at making her scream in frustration, plead him to go slower, but no, not a word had escaped her old, shabby lips since the crazy ride had begun, and he couldn't say that she was speechless out of her fear.
She was clearly showing off her total apathy.
Logan just mumbled an intelligible something under his breath and kept going, trying to hit maximum speed.
Her cheeks were staying behind because of the exaggeration of speed taking her over, her face was deforming due to the speed, but she said nothing. She was clearly not happy too, or else she would have showed a sign of encouragement to go faster, but she still showed apathy.
As soon as they reached the mall, Elisa descended off the motorbike and gave a killer look to Logan.
"What were you thinking, young man?-"
Oh no...
"-were you trying to kill us?-are speed limits in this wretched country of yours at spacecraft levels?-you want to make your wife a widow AND an orphan at such a tender age?-you are definitely too immature for a man at your age-I wonder what my daughter found in you-she would have been comforted by now, but you had to go and seduce her with your manly charms and deny her all the riches and happiness she would have enjoyed by now-you're a good male-slut, that's for sure-"
Damnation...that would take quite a long...
"-I know five different men that would have behaved to her like a queen on her throne-but nooo-you had to drag her in a little border school of yours-her only residence a small room-not even having a house of her own to start a family-But just you wait and I'll show you, young man-you don't know what Elisa Maledetto means yet!-"
Oh yes, he did. It meant 65 years of painful grumbling.
By the end of that "little" lecture, Logan knew that if he survived this, he would be able to teach master classes at anger management- he would have become a master by practical experience by then. His face wasn't even reddening in anger, as he stood there, taking the whole speech like a man.
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LATER...MUCH LATER!
Having just returned from the vicious little "stroll" over the town's mall, Logan felt the urgent need to rest.
He had spent almost the entire day over at the mall with his mother-in-law, following her around while she had what must have been the greatest shopping spree in history. Now, most men, and especially gruff men like Wolverine hate to go out shopping with anyone, even the love of their life.
Taking the fact that he didn't go shopping with the love of his life, but with the aforementioned love's MOTHER, you can imagine how hard it was. Take the pain of swimming in a pool of acid, having a company of fifty acid-proof piranhas and multiply it by ten.
You're still not even slightly close to the pain that poor Logan had to go through.
A normal person would have expected that Elisa would have waited to finish her little 'lecture' before beginning to shop around, but no, she actually kept grumbling WHILE shopping around. Even as she chose out some lovely curtains for her room, Logan would listen to her preaching about 'precautions' on making love and the importance of chastity before marriage, trying to fish out any clues about their life before getting married.
During her consuming rampage in the clothing section, he would learn about the immorality of being unfaithful to your wife and the many different levels that hell consisted of, according to the Catholics, and what kind of torturing was going on in the infidel's section.
While checking out the veggies' freshness, she would rumble on about the rules of decent clothing, and of course the importance of eating vegetables every day, along with the necessity of restricting the consumption of meat (stakes, she actually said) and diminishing the alcohol drinking. Logan had either had to admit that she was *good* or, swear to himself to find the little brat who turned him in and make him pay.
Logan thought of going straight back to the mansion and knocking Gina up, so that very soon, Elisa would have a little baby for her to torture and leave everyone else alone. Like the way that the Mayas sacrificed babies for the good living of the rest of the people. But he rejected the idea, since a supposed pregnancy of Gina's would ensure Elisa's staying for at least 9 months more than planned.
His enhanced instincts granted Logan with the information that the grumbling would also go on during their return to the mansion, so he eagerly called Bobby to come and pick them up with the largest car available, since his motorcycle couldn't possibly afford space for all the stuff she was going to buy, and buying a trailer to carry the stuff and be pulled by the Harley was totally out of the question.
Bobby fell for the trap and got stuck with carrying all the stuff in the car, while Logan left for the mansion on the motorcycle ("someone had to get it back home", he had said before excusing himself) and poor Bobby also got stuck with someone else's mother-in-law, thus taking the toll meant for someone else.
Logan had returned a lot before Bobby and Elisa, so he took the chance to pass up on the couch and get some rest. You see, no matter how good someone's healing factor is, it can't possibly do anything against the hurt caused by constant, malevolent grumbling and preaching.
So Wolverine just allowed himself to be drifted into Morpheus' caring, ethereal arms.