Logan would be lost in his thoughts, idly bringing a hand up so as to itch out a bothersome ear with the pinky. A sniffle later, the irate canuck's eyes glazed over as he would overhear Marceline's words, appearing to be regretful for having excavated the earwax that stoppered words from reaching him. Hers to be specific. What was the Wolverine to do so as to assuage himself of the conundrum he found himself within? Simple. He'd partake in a long-time habit of his. Pulling a stogie from a pocket and fitting it within his lips, he would retrieve a match from another pocket and ignite the aged Cuban, inhaling deeply and long in his first, singular drag.
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Don't get me wrong, I love my job. Ain't nobody better than me at it," James Howlett declared amid a puff, amused so, "
And it ain't the janitorial sort, y'know. I ain't cleanin' up after ya kids. Hell no. Have fun with yer Battle of the Bands, I won't be 'round fer it sad ta say."
And yeah, he knew damn well that he was already making himself out to be a piss-poor professor with his unsavory habits. But that didn't matter to him, the kids at the Jean Grey School go on just fine even with the ornery bastard as their headmaster. In a way, he was surprised that Kiryuin Satsuki was perfectly find with his disposition. Which frankly said a lot about it all, of the state of affairs surrounding the Galra and their allies.
Hell, in a way, he could be a prime example of
what to not do. : | He didn't care.
Toward Ian though he'd have this to say, "
Fair warnin', kid. I won't be holdin' yer hand in my lessons. There's goin' ta be lots o' hands on experience. No theoretical course work, ya gonna be thrown into the dirt and yer stuck with figurin' out how ta git yerself out of it. Weather conditions, terrain, dangerous flora and fauna. Fun stuff. Least it's not as bad as the Savage Lands," the man casually shrugged.
"If ya can survive dat, ya can survive anything. Course, it helps to be unkillable...," Logan added, muttering the last bit.
Then there was a thoughtful pause and he shook his head, "
Y'know what, I might add a helpful survival manual, specifically fer the eats in the wild. Don't want ya all ta eat the wrong mushshrooms and die on me."
Professor James "Logan" Howlett, aka the Wolverine, was well off to a damned good start. Satisfied with sowing an image of himself that was liable to be spread via word of mouth, which would only help to cut down the dredge joining his class hopefully (other duties to do, not all fun and games like music gal over here), Logan turned to Cynthia.
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Hey if ya want, I can show ya where it is. Just on my way to somewhere else I gotta be."
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