The Lighthouse, Sunday Morning

[cowboy_sailor]

Logan had returned to the lighthouse last night. It had been as good a place as any. This morning he figured he'd get out some of his frustration by chopping firewood.

With his claws. Axes were for normal people.

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[inthereflexes]

Jack was out for a morning jog and found...

...the best way to split logs he'd ever seen.

"Whoa. Is that some new fancy axe?"

[cowboy_sailor]

Logan paused in his work and retracted his claws. It was easier to wipe the sweat off the brow that way.

"Somethin' like that."

[inthereflexes]

"Wow. Wait. Where'd it go?" Jack stared at the man's hand and arm.

[cowboy_sailor]

Really? Logan wasn't all that into hiding what he was these days, so he popped the claws on his right hand again.