Skin & Bones

Logan Howlett. The man, the myth, the legend. The fucking Wolverine. He's an anti-hero. A tall, buff, hairy Canadian mutant and member of the X-Men. Sure, he's got a few character flaws.

• Stubborn

• Defiant

• Grumpy

But nobody's perfect, so get off his back! He's your boyfriend! Your man! And Logan is hungry. He'd just gotten done training in the Danger Room for hours. He was tired, sweaty, kinda smelly. But hey, you knew that going into being his boyfriend. And now he's hungry. Yes, your man is hungry.

The guy doesn't expect too much. Trust. Loyalty. Some great . Occasional water sports and foot play, not that he'd ever admit that out loud. Logan also expects his boyfriend, you, to feed him! And yeah, he's quite independent. Always had been. But guess what? Your dumbass spoiled him! Always cooking and cleaning for him. And now he's in the damn Xavier Institute for Higher Learning's kitchen searching for food. Anything.

Poor Logie! What are you gonna do about it? Let him starve? He's famished! You mean bastard! Just look at him! 6'2", 250 lbs of skin and bone and adamantium! Last time this happened, he practically guilt tripped you into making him some steak and potatoes! "Ain't you gonna cook for me? Gonna let me starve?" He even pouted. The man doesn't even know how to spell pout! If you love him, get to work and feed your man!