Logan finished making his class schedule and looked to the door.

"You gonna be at the game, Logan?" Rogue peeked her head in.

"'Course I am, show you kids a thing or two about baseball," he smirked.

"Alright, see ya then," she waved.

He smiled. Some of the them were pretty good kids. He checked the time. Better stop and grab himself some beer since Victor kept ignoring his needs for alcohol.

X

"I'm home Vic," Logan called out upon entering the house. He noticed there were more little appliances. A new blender, new game system, a new set of canisters and a kitchen aid. This was all within days of a brand new microwave and entertainment system.

"Victor where are you!?"

The older mutant ignored the call, he was busy putting away the yard supplies.

"Amazing what people throw away these days," he commented, his brother yanking the door open, "Hi Jimmy."

Logan prepared to speak when he saw more new things, "What the h3ll is all this?"

"Stuff. How was work?"

"Where did you get it all of this stuff?" he pointed to the lawnmower and hedge trimmer.

"From the trash."

Logan snatched him by the arm and drug him into the house, "You got all this from the trash?" he pointed out each new item.

"Yes, I did" It wasn't like Victor hadn't placed all of it himself.

"Victor," he started, "In one week you've brought home over $1000 worth of stuff that you keep claiming you found in the trash. This is all brand new stuff. In the boxes."

"I did find it in the trash," the insinuation he was lying didn't go unnoticed, "I'll show you where," he took his arm from the hold and grabbed his brother's wrist, leading him from the house.

They walked to another town about twenty minutes away and Victor lead him to an alley.

He pointed to a large green dumpster in the center, "That's where I find them."

Logan went and inspected the dumpster. It certainly was large enough to house everything he had procured but something still wasn't right. He turned to the door and decided to walk around front. Seeing what that door was connected to almost made him wish he had just stayed home. The building was a super store. He hurried back around and looked at the size of the alley before walking back to where his brother stood.

"Do you know what that place is?" he didn't give his brother a chance to answer, "It's a store. Where'd you say you find that stuff?"

"Next to the dumpster normally."

He pinched his bridge of his nose, "Is there ever a truck there when you find it?"

A pondering look appeared on Victor's face, "Yeah, from time to time."

Without a second thought Logan grabbed his brother's ear, pulling him back towards their home.

"Owww! What the h3ll!? Let go!" the elder gripped his brother's arm as he was dragged along.

"Is it possible for you to really be so d mn stupid?" he pulled at him, "And stop scratching me," he slapped Victor's hand.

That just made the elder mad. He dug his claws deep into the gripping arm, causing Logan to reflexively rap his head. An upwards palm strike to Logan's nose made him let go.

Eventually the two got home, bickering as to be expected.

"You actually thought that someone was throwing away brand new stuff?" Logan shouted, "What planet do you reside on?"

"What else was I supposed to think? It's next to a trash," he shrugged.

"You were supposed to, I don't know, actually use your head and think!"

"Why are you yelling at me now? What did I do!?"

"You tell me what you did!" Logan glared at his older brother, "You're not as dumb as you act."

"If I knew what I did I wouldn't have asked, would I?!" he glared back.

"Figure it out!"

Victor threw his hands up in exasperation and stormed to his room. Logan followed him, crossing his arm as his brother sat on his bed, leaning against the huge teddy bear.

"So what now? Hmm? You're going to pout because you got into trouble for doing something you knew was wrong?" he scoffed in disdain as he was ignored, "You're going to really lay on that toy like a kid?"

"At least Jason is nice to me!" he turned away with a huff, "Unlike the other, never satisfied, sshole I live with!"

"I'm an sshole now?"

"Yes you are! You're always yelling at me and you're always mad at me and you never tell me why! And when I ask you get even more angry!" he hugged the bear, rubbing it's large arm, "You're a bossy sh*t that I wish with every fiber of my being I could hate!"

The younger narrowed his eyes, "Fine. You just lay there like the d mn baby you are!" he stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind himself. If Victor wanted to think he was an sshole, fine. He would give him space to calm himself.