@cybeam, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍.
❝ 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍? ❞ beneath the yellow and blue cowl, your lips morph into a straight line. all business / all new wolverine. not too long ago, you considered the walls of the x-mansion the closest thing to a home you had. but now, you view these walls with a sense of professionalism —– a sense of duty, change, and hope. the makings of a new hero. [or what you assumed to be the makings of one. the verdict was still in the air.] making your way further into the corridor, solemnity [or sleep depravity —– pick your poison] settles on your tongue. ❝ i hope this is something good, scott. I'M MISSING BREAKFAST WITH GABBY FOR THIS. ❞












