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“Wait a moment” Logan squints at his pile of messy papers, “Ah I’m mistooken, guess everyone in history gets A’s” he lets out a gruff chuckle at the mistake. It didnt matter what class he was teaching, as long as everyone in his class left with the same amount of limbs that they arrived with, what they did during the class was of no concern to him. He was the equivalent of a public school substitute, take roll, and let the kids do their thing. “Hey, anna, i says the rest of your students got A’s as well, go grab us a couple beers from the kitchen why dont’cha”.

Anna shouldn’t laugh, but sometimes Logan being terribly irresponsible in even the most innocent of ways was a good way to destress. On the other hand, what he was suggesting made her side eye him. Hard. He was really vying for some sort of good ending to the night and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t tempted. Thing were still up in the air with her and Remy, considering how often he left without a word or reason only to show back up and act like nothing between them had changed. In that moment she realizes just how bad her taste in men screamed daddy issues. Huffing, she looks back down at her papers and laughs, “Ya really are somethin’ else, Logan. Ya know that?”

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Logan had fallen asleep on the chase lounger where he was grading english class essays. It wasn’t normally like this for him, but he happened to stumble drunkenly into the mansion right as the main professors had to go on a big mission, leaving him in a position to actually have to teach the children for once. He startled awake at the dull thud of the candy hitting his skull, “Watch it bub!” he grunts at rogue whose across the room from him. He pulls out a cigar and lights up, “You still workin’ on them math papers? I finished the english papers ten minutes ago, everyone gets an A+, and i get to not read anymore of their preteen nonsense,,,”

Sometimes Anna almost preferred when he was in and out of the institute rather than staying on full time. He always got like this, completely fed up with the babysitting gig. But in the end she was always just grateful for his company, she understood his grumpiness a lot better than most people here did. And he understood that her past with the Brotherhood didn’t define her. That was something to appreciate and keep close. So she tries not to roll her eyes too hard, tossing another piece of candy at him but this time towards his lap. “Ah’m not teachin’ math Logan. Do ya even listen when ah talk or am ah like that teacher in Charlie Brown?”

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“Ah’m not sure how many more classes ah can teach. Ah never even went t’ math class past middle school,” Anna gripes as she flips over what felt like the hundredth paper she’s graded today. It was easy stuff, freshman English, but she’d never been much of a reader and she definitely didn’t sign up to teach it. She was better with her fists than her words and that’s where she and Logan were similar. Looking over to where he’d taken up to grade his own stack just across the lounge, she throws him one of the candies from the pile on her desk that she’s been burning through. It hits him on the temple and that’s when she realizes he’s been dozing. “Logan! Ah swear.”

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A sly grin formed as Remy realized who the knocking belonged to and what had happened. “Have I?” He laughed, taking the kitten from Rogue and holding her tight to his body to keep her from running off again. Not that this seemed likely, the little calico cat curled up happily in Remy’s arms and began to purr. “Pauvre ti bête.” He whispered to the cat.

“In the business of stealing people’s pets now, Cher?” He asked, playfully. His eyes were fixed on her while he absentmindedly rubbed the bridge of the kitten’s nose. “’Cus if y’were lookin’ for an excuse to come round in your night t’ings, you didn’t need one.”

Anna tries not to let that grin get to her, managing to keep her own lips from spreading into a smile, but her eyes betray her. They light up around him in a way they don’t around anyone else. Her little tough girl act didn’t quite hold up to his charm most days and it was infuriating. She huffs as he whispers to the kitty like she’s done something terrible to it, rolling her eyes.

“An excuse, huh?” she puts her hands on her hips, and if she juts one out to the side in a way that’s a wee bit alluring then she won’t admit it. “Ya right, if ah wanted you to be seein’ me in my night t’ings.” she exaggerates his accent as she pokes him in the shoulder roughly. “Then ah woulda made it a hella lot more obvious than this.” She gives the kitty a rub on her head then she’s backing away. “Come on, meet me downstairs an’ we’ll cook up some breakfast so these kids ain’t choke on dry cereal.”

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Suddenly an entirely too loud and too frequent banging filled Remy’s small staff suit. Bang Bang Bang! It was coming from the door. Remy groaned and rolled over, determined to get another hour of sleep at least. One eye peaked at his bedside clock ever so carefully as to not completely wake the rest of his body.

7 A.M.? Who could possibly need him of all people at 7 A.M. on a Sunday? Remy had never been a particularly religious man but he knew well enough that Sunday was for resting or at least until nine for god sake.

Despite his best efforts the knocking did not stop. “Feet pue tan.” Remy swore under his breath and dragged himself up. No effort was made to dress beyond the underwear he’d slept in as he headed for the door. 

“What?” He said, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

It hadn’t been a pleasant morning for Anna either. There she’d been, slumbering as peacefully as she could with the nightmares and voices that constantly plagued her, when she felt the softest of smacks on her nose. She had brushed it off, but then it happened again, and then again, and then the yowling started. “How in tha hell did ya get in ‘ere?” she grumbled as she sat up, holding the kitten up and away from her with her blanket as a barrier. She didn’t think she’d drain the poor thing, but she was so sleepy she wouldn’t take her chances.

“Your daddy ain’t feedin’ ya, hmm?” she asks groggily as she pulls on a long cardigan over her shorts and tank top. She ties the belt lazily then pulls on a pair of gloves before picking the noise maker back up. The little girl hadn’t stopped whining but Anna didn’t really believe she was starving. She thinks the stinker had slipped out with Remy none the wiser and found a way into her room to see what she could get out of her. 

So she doesn’t stop knocking, not until the door swings open and then she’s holding up the kitten to be face level with Remy. “Ah think ya lost somethin’.”