Studying is making my brain bleed.



“A dog? My god you’ve got to be kidding me Logan. As if the place doesn’t stink bad enough with you in it.”

“Shut up Summers, doesn’t Emma need you to glue her clothes back on or something?”

“After all the pain I went through to get it off of her? No way.”

“That was a mental image I really didn’t need.”

“Right. Look, you can’t keep it. You know that.”

“Why the hell not?”

“This is a school, it has kids running around. If you managed to tear yourself away from the cheap porn magazines and ice hockey games for a couple of minutes you’d notice.”

“So? The rugrats’ll love ‘im.”

“What about allergies? Phobias? You name it.”

“C’mon, as long as they’re not sneezin’ and coughin’ their lungs up around McCoy, I’d say they’re ok. As for phobias, I doubt there’s anything scarier than your girlfriend.”

“Fuck you Logan.”

“Same to you, One-eye.”

“Why did you get a dog anyway? Feeling lonely at night?”

“Dunno. Used to have one when I was a kid.”

“Really, you remember that? I never had any pets.”

“It was fun until someone sliced its throat in front of my eyes.”

“Jesus.”

“In hindsight, maybe remembering isn’t as fun as it seemed.”

“That sucks. You still can’t keep it though.”

“Why not?”

“Well, because it’s chewing on my shoes for one.”

“He’s just into leather, at least Emma will appreciate that.”

“Just get rid of it, Logan.”

“Summers?”
“Yes, Logan.”

“Since when do I follow your orders?”

“…”

“Good, c’mon Harley. Let’s see if Kitty likes you better than this moron does.”

“Logan! I’m serious don’t you walk…wait. Harley? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I contemplated calling him Scott, but that’d be too insulting…for the dog, I mean.”

“Nice, Logan, real nice.”

“So?”

“So there’s no way of talking you out of this, is there?”

“Nope.”

“I swear, one mishap, one little nip at a students hand, one misplaced hair in this house and it’s out.”

“Good boy.”

“Stop talking to it. Did you even hear what I just said?”

“Wasn’t talkin’ to the dog.”

“Ok. Just slowly step away from me and take that thing with you, before I do something that I’m going to regret. And make sure not to let it come less then 10 feet near me!”

“Sure thing boss man.”
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Scott glared after the man and his scruffy companion as they walked away.
While taking of his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose, he felt Emma’s signature telepathic connection seep into his mind.

>Scott, my dear, I sense you’re a bit tense. Are the students giving you a hard time?<

Oh the students weren’t the problem in this place he thought a bit miffed. The students were just your average teenage troublemakers, the staff, however, was a completely different matter.

>Nah, just Logan as usual.<

>Forget about him and come to bed, you sound tired<

Oh he was tired already. Dog-tired. Smiling wryly at his bad pun he climbed the stairs hoping to find Emma still in uniform. Oh yeah, he just loved to get it off of her.




We had a dog at the shelter named Harley a couple of weeks back. Thought Logan would call his dog that.