【Wolves】Sugar, Spice, and Good Taste

06.

Wolverine came to the old castle, which looked very similar to the X Academy, but he knew it was completely different, at least there would be no research institutes, jet planes, and accidental escape routes extending in all directions.

When he said this to Scott, the latter just raised his eyebrows: "Actually, there is, because this academy teaches everything. I learned how to repair helicopters back then."

The man turned his head: "At least there is no Danger Room, which is used to simulate danger and train mutant abilities?"

"...That's not true."

Wolverine was still a little nervous when she saw Erik, who looked like her sworn enemy after all.The man thought, probably his tangled reaction was very similar to when Logan saw him. The tall and thin old man just snorted and looked away, but he didn't notice anything wrong.

Although he knew the difference in this world, Wolverine saw Erik carefully and steadily helping Charles walk over, and smelled the two people's almost indistinguishable breath, he felt that he would never have the day to adapt.

In the lobby of the dormitory, Scott told the fathers that Logan wasn't feeling well and told him to go back to his room.It was said that Erik's gaze was full of scrutiny and scrutiny, while Charles looked at him with concern as if he could see through everything, which made Wolverine almost break out in a cold sweat, obviously he had nothing to be nervous about.

When Scott took him into her room, Wolverine felt relieved to leave the two familiar and unfamiliar old people. The furnishings here are the same as Cyclops' room, except that there is more "own" smell in the breath, and it is placed on the washstand. The daily necessities for two people are too homely, which makes the man a little dazed.

There were some snacks in the cupboard in the room. Scott took a pack of biscuits. He tore open the package and asked Wolverine if he wanted it. In your hand, pick the creamy one and eat it first.

Wolverine was smoking an unlit cigar. Scott bought him a box of cigars a few days ago. The man asked him if Logan would smoke here. Scott nodded, then shook his head with a smile and said: "He has quit, You can also try finger cakes."

In the apartment, Jim would yell at him when he smelled cigarettes, Scott would just frown and walk away a little bit, and wouldn't say anything to him, he couldn't help but think of Cyclops, his teammates weren't like that .Because he was in school most of the time, he was banned from smoking in front of the students by Cyclops and the professor, so he could only stay in the room to enjoy himself.However, if the mission is out, Cyclops does not ask him too much. At that time, Wolverine likes to take a puff, and then spray a few smoke rings at the helpless teammates next to him.

Wolverine here hasn't smoked in a while.

Wolverine was used to wearing jackets and sleeve shirts, and he was a bit uncomfortable with the hard shirt that looked like mercerized cotton. He sat at the table and ate steak and pasta in silence with the Scott family.The man thought the scene was actually kind of weird, he never expected to have a family dinner with these three people.

Moreover, these three people are indeed a family, Charles and Scott are okay, Wolverine can understand that in his world, Cyclops is not only the best student of the professor, but also almost his adopted son, but forgive him for his incompetence, how about Magneto Doesn't look like a good father either.

"Is there anything wrong with you, Logan?" Erik asked in a low voice, noticing his son-in-law's glances from time to time as he ate his soup, putting his knife and fork down and clasping his hands.

Wolverine almost choked on the soup, for some reason, he dared to choke when facing Magneto, but when facing this old man, he felt that he was a bit shorter, obviously he could subdue him without even stretching out his claws— —Probably because of the concerned Scott beside him.

"You didn't wear a ring." Erik said dissatisfiedly, looking at his hand.This made Scott feel "thumping" in his heart. He didn't intend to tell his fathers about the time-traveling events similar to novels, because he subconsciously felt that Logan wouldn't be away for too long, and he didn't want his fathers to worry.

"I……"

"It's too careless, even though it's just a cheap item." Erik turned his head to look at Charles, who responded with a smile, "Charles even kept the rings of the cans I gave him back then."

Wolverine felt Erik leading by example, and strangely showing off.

In any case, they finished the meal peacefully.

Just when Scott was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Charles stopped Wolverine and seemed to want to talk to him. Wolverine subconsciously looked at Scott, who wanted to stay with him, but Erik wanted to discuss with him about the publishing house. The young man had no choice but to leave with his father first.

"We'll be fine soon." Scott looked at Wolverine quite reassuringly, the man could tell that he was still a little worried about getting lost, "I'll wait for you in the room."

"Yeah." Not knowing how to react at this point, Wolverine nodded.When everything was quiet again, he looked at Charles, the bald old man with clear eyes, as if he wanted to see through himself, and he said, "You're not Logan, are you?" Wolverine's mind rang alarm bells for a moment.

Wolverine thought back on his performance at the dinner table, he felt that he had kept a low profile enough that he didn't even meet Charles' eyes.Various images started to pop up in the man's head, and then he quickly emptied them, he always felt that Charles was going to read something out of his head, like he was a dangerous person who replaced his son's partner, like he would He was tied up and sent to a research institute to study mutant genes that do not exist in this world.

"You look like you're going to jump out the window, kid." Having been called a kid by an old man again, a thought crossed Wolverine's mind—why "again"?He didn't think much about it.

"I'm sorry, but he wants you not to worry about it," Wolverine said.

The old man said, "You're not Logan, but you won't hurt him either. You're looking at someone through Scott, and that look is familiar to me."

"I didn't…" Wolverine subconsciously wanted to deny it.

"You look more worried than Scotty." Charles smiled, which deepened the smile lines around his eyes, "I don't know what happened to you to put on such a wary expression, but look, I'm just a It’s just an old man with handicapped legs.”

Wolverine remembered that he had dreamed that the college was attacked in the middle of the night, and he could only watch his companion seriously injured and dying, but he was helpless.After waking up, he was too excited and could only calm down by smoking a cigarette in the room.He has no sense of belonging in this world. Sometimes he pops out his claws and feels the familiar pain of tearing the skeletal texture, and the excessive intake of breath around him reminds him all the time that he is a mutant.

Charles pointed to a bag of brightly colored chocolate beans on the coffee table, and the father, whose movements were unclear, stood up slowly, took the cane that was put aside, and left.

Wolverine stood where she was, and then he took the bag of sugar and put it in his pocket, muttering to himself, "Maybe, like Scott said, eating a few sweets when you're in a bad mood will make you feel better."

He walked towards the little writer's room and opened the door.