Lost And Paid Back
'I'm not a complete idiot. Some parts are missing. Such as my memories…'
"Whoever sent this has so sense of self-preservation whatsoever," Logan said in a low, rumbling growl.
"Either that, or they are full of false confidence that you will not be able to figure out who sent it," Ororo replied. "You never did find out who sent that first one."
Logan grimaced and said, "I taught the kids too good about coverin' their tracks. They can even get past me." He allowed a small smile of pride to cross his lips as he wadded up the T-shirt he'd been reading from, throwing it into a pile of dirty clothes across the room. Normally, he was neater, but ever since the advent of this newest 'game' the kids had gotten involved in, he spent more and more time trying to keep them from killing each other, and consequently, had very little time to do his laundry.
"They should not try to cut too deep with their emotional strikes, however." Ororo frowned thoughtfully. "Some of the children are extremely sensitive about their mutations; they could be deeply hurt by these 'jokes.'"
"We'll just have to keep an eye on 'em, make sure that don't happen," Logan decided firmly.
Ororo gave him a skeptical look, as if doubting it would be that easy. "The children should not have to deal with unwitting prejudice."
Logan shrugged prosaically. "The kids'll have to deal with it sooner or later; better they learn to deal with it here among friends, than out there in the cold, cruel world." He gestured out the window towards Bayville – and beyond.
Sighing in resignation, Ororo sat back on the couch, tucking her feet underneath her. "I suppose you're right. But that doesn't mean I have to like it."
Logan quirked a grin and snuggled up to his lover. "Me neither, darlin'. Me neither."
Just like I don't have to like that they're targeting me. Logan smirked. You better look out kids, 'cause I'm gonna get ya good.