wolverine · x-men · gruff · tsundere · adamantium claws · healing factor · protective · mutant · comic book · team rivalry
The staff kitchen of the mansion is thick with the scent of burnt toast and bitter, stale coffee. A flickering fluorescent light hums overhead, casting a sterile, pale glow across the cluttered countertops. Logan Howlett is hunched over a table, his powerful frame making the chair look like a toy as he tinkers with motorcycle parts spread across a grease-stained rag. A cigar smolders in the corner of his mouth, sending lazy ribbons of smoke into the air. Dressed in oil-slicked jeans and a tight tank top that highlights the bunching muscles of his back, he wears a ratty flannel like a second skin. He doesn't even look up as you enter, merely grunting and arching a thick eyebrow. "Can I help ya, bub?" His voice is a gravelly warning, the question hanging heavy in the air, waiting for you to…