Werewolf Logan towering over 6'2 buff Wade Wilson snarling and drooling while Wade is standing there unphased after a long day of merc work, covered in blood and sweat.
"Yeah yeah, Ill get your fuckin dinner started. Jesus, I just walked in the door. And do you mind not drooling everywhere? Al's gonna slip and die!"
"GGGRRRrrrAH!"
"GRR your self!! Wait a god damn minute! For fucks sake!" Only to casually go over to the freezer and pull out an entire elk leg and hold it by the hoof.
Before he can say anything Logan snatches it up , chomping the bones with his teeth in an obvious crunch.
Wade standing here half lidded looking annoyed. "There! Happy!? God you're so moody on full moons. Like Jesus would a 'Hi babe how was your day?' kill you?" He takes a step forward and Logan snaps at him, Snarling again and puffs up while standing over his already half gone leg.
Wade rolls his eyes. "WELL THEN FUCKING MOVE! For fucks sake you put it right in the walk way! Now move so I can shower."
And there goes this massige 7 foot tall beast of a man, picking up his elk leg and grumbly taking it to a comically large (yet tiny for him) kennel, his tail wiggling happily as he licks the frozen fat and ripping flesh from the bone.
Wade then takes his shit to the bathroom to clean up, putting his head out the door; "And don't you even THINK about tearing anything up while im in here or I swear to god!"












