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Xander wrinkled his nose, grunting in his sleep. His whole face felt itchy.
He wondered what happened so early in the morning that had him feeling so uncomfortable.
He squinted his eyes open to come face to face with Wolverine, who was sleeping on his back, his limbs up in the air, his drool on Xander's cheek.
"Oh come on!" Xander sat up, scrunching up his nose as he violently rubbed his face. Wolverine was instantly up as well, glaring at him.
"Don't give me that look; you are the one at fault!" Xander glared back.
"Excuse me? What the f**k is going on and why the hell are you scolding my kid?" Joanne walked out of the bathroom in her fluffy bath-robe, and from the looks of it, Xander could see that the woman had taken a bath and was halfway through
