Logan yawned as he sat up in bed. Finally some time off from these kids. Most of the students at the Institute would be going home for the summer. This left Logan on his own, as the Professor would be going to Scotland to visit his son and Storm was spending it with Evan.
Getting out of bed he scratched his lightly furred pecs. Still in his boxers he made his way down to the kitchen for some breakfast before training. Wait! With no kids who's there to train. Well might as well have a good breakfast. He cooked himself a full Irish with bacon, eggs, beans and sausages. Heaping it all onto a plate he Sat down in front of the TV and wolfed into his meal. This is the life...
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