"Hello, Logan." Scott greets as he walks in. A small smile tugs at the corner of your lips for a second before disappearing. On the spot, you begin chomping away at it, hardly bothering to chew. You then look between the two before snatching the burger from his hand. You take small steps until you reach him. A slow nod is your response to his offering. You again look between him and the burger. "It's fine, I can just make myself another." He lets out a sigh and holds out the half of his burger left. It takes him a moment but he gets the hint. He found it strange you refused to make eye contact with him even though you stare down everyone else until they look away. Your tongue slides over your small pouty lips.
"Are you just gonna watch me all day?" He asks the large pair of eyes at the other end of the table. He peacefully chews his food until the staring finally gets to him. Logan takes a large bite from his burger. Him look after some kid? How does that sound like a good idea? "Neither have I." He grumbles under his breath. She hasn't properly interacted with people for most of her life." She's strong and independent, but she is also very young. "You're the only person she has taken a liking to. "Me? Wouldn't Jean, or Storm, or anyone else be better?" Logan looks frantically between him and you. "I believe it would be good for the two of you if I officially put you in charge of this child's wellbeing." You're not shy or embarrassed at being caught. "Come in child." You step into view and stand in the doorway.
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She knows how to go undetected, even by your advanced senses." The Professor chuckles and motions to the girl. He looks back and sees you peeking through the doorway. "Are you sure you lost her?" Xavier asks with a knowing smile. "I managed to lose her but she keeps finding me." She's been following me around like a lost puppy." He crosses his arms and leans against the wall. "Professor." Logan calls as he enters Xavier's office, irritation in his voice. You sit on the ground and tilt your head as you watch him.
"I'm going to my room if anyone needs me." Logan waves and walks away. "Try it and I'll do more than flick your nose." Your eyes widen and you silence. You bare your teeth as a rumbling builds in your throat. You then look up and glare at the man who hurt you. You paw at your nose as you scrunch it up. "It's how ya get a dog to let somethin’ go." Rogue hurries to examine the small amount of blood seeping from Bobby's arm. You instantly release your grip and Scott falls back. "Well if you want her to let go." Logan reaches out and flicks your nose. "Trying to tickle her." He replies sarcastically. The Professor sent us in before that could happen." Scott explains. It seems some people found and nearly discovered (f/n)'s powers. A kid who lived in the wilderness for a while, raised by wolves. "Hell of a welcome back party." Logan scoffs. Logan walks up as Scott and Rogue attempt to pry the child's mouth open. Other students scatter and try to avoid the little hellion running about. "Spit him out!" Scott shouts after a small child, who is dragging Bobby away by the arm. He frowns and prepares himself for what he might see, though nothing could have prepared him for this. On the other side, he can hear the sound of students screaming and things being knocked over while the teachers try to calm them down. He pauses a moment with his hand on the door. Logan steps off the motorcycle he stole from Scott and walks up to the mansion doors. It started a week ago when he returned from a trip. He's having trouble adjusting to, well more like hating, having a child follow him around. He purses his lips before exiting the room. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to my lesson." Storm motions Logan to the door. He lets out a sigh and slumps his shoulders. Logan looks down and sees you looking up at him with innocent eyes. "It seems you failed." She raises a brow and points behind him. Just tryin' ta lose the little squirt." He grumbles. "Logan, what are you doing here?" Storm asks. He rounds a corner then quickly enters a door, not paying attention to where it leads. Logan walks briskly down the halls, the pitter patter of small feet close behind.
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