Logan wasn’t particularly fond of parties. Loud music, inane small talk, and stupid formal wear. Forced to not look like the most miserable person on earth, he pulled at the bowtie on his tux. When he’d signed on for being a part of Xavier’s school, he didn’t know that fundraisers were a part of the deal. Look nice, smile at the rich people who were willing to give money to mutants.
Charles promised he’d had a surprise for him if he went- and he hated surprises. Charles promised he’d love it and it’d make the night more enjoyable. He highly doubted that, but as he stood there in the sea of gowns and suits, he saw her. In that moment, he knew this was Charles’ surprise.
((OOC: Well babes, I’m back! Time with the parents was wonderful and highly necessary. I’m home now, and doing what I can to adjust to the new state of the home. And I am taking care of myself slightly more than usual, even, because on my way back through Toronto yesterday, I got a new tattoo!
A bumblebee on a sprig of catnip. A subtle ode to Mort the cat.
So here we are, and home again, and it’s my day off. Shall we get back into the groove of things with a little TMI Tuesday? Or a character ask day? Or a tutorial on how to make eggs? What would you guys like for today?))