Hunger
Healing factors were a bitch and a half due to the massive amount of calories it took each day just to keep oneself functioning. Unlike Wade, who wasn’t a light eater by any means, Logan ate like a goddamn tank and yet never gained any weight. Wade nearly shit himself when Logan had revealed that it took the bare minimum of 4000 calories a day to keep himself going. Anything less than that for a long period of time made him feel sluggish and light headed.
Logan’s monstrous appetite was also extremely weird, and if Wade was honest with himself, kinda gross. There was the 1500 calorie mystery shake that he’d consume at least once a day. It tasted awful, and the texture was nearly gag inducing, but Logan insisted it was very useful for hitting those calorie targets - especially when eating felt too much like a chore.
He also ate plenty of vegetables, berries and fish, but hated pineapple, grapefruit and anything bitter with a passion. The only exception to this seemed to be beer and alcohol in general, though Wade assumed that because he had been consuming it for so long that he really wasn't tasting it anymore. A very common treat that Logan often indulged in was a mix of berries, honey, plain yogurt, chia seeds and cinnamon. When it came to overly sugary or processed foods, Logan would outright refuse to indulge, saying ‘it smells and tastes like shit’. The one time Wade did get him to indulge in some monster energy, Logan had made a truly awful face and nearly puked all over the floor.
Then there was the meat…
“Mornin’ peanut, cookin’ up some breakfast?” Clad in his hello kitty PJ’s, Wade walked into their tiny ass kitchen with a massive yawn. He regarded Logan with a loving eye and set about preparing himself a big cup of hot chocolate.
Logan grunted. He opened the package of steak, held it like a fucked up sandwich, and bit into it. The sound of Logan’s canines tearing through the meat and the sounds of his enthusiastic chewing echoed through the tiny apartment caused Wade to shudder in disgust.
“You know you gotta cook the steak before eating it, right?” Wade blurted out. He topped the hot chocolate with a liberal amount of whipped cream.
Logan paused in his eating and regarded Wade with dilated eyes. As the blood dripped down his chin and onto the floor, Wade couldn’t help but to compare the unsettling scene to a wolf devouring its prey.
With a mouthful of meat, he muttered “no, don’t need to.”
Though he outwardly looked human, Logan had several physical, mental and emotional animal characteristics that set him apart from others. One said characteristic was the ability to safely digest raw meat, both frozen and fresh, without the need for cooking.
Wade cringed “I love you, but Jesus fucking christ that can’t be healthy.”
“Nothing wrong with it” Logan said, polishing off the steak. He began to lick the blood off his fingers, one finger at a time “doesn’t taste as good as elk or deer but it’ll do.”
Wade narrowed his eyes and took a sip of his hot chocolate “ewww.”
“Sides’” he pointed to Wade’s mug “how's it any worse than that shit you’re drinking?” Logan made an odd sound that resembled an in-between of a chirp and a cluck as he continued to lick up the blood.
Confused, Wade glanced at his cup and then back to Logan.
He pointed to the fridge “That’s pure sugar, n' half the food in there is processed shit n' covered in pesticides.” He scoffed “you’re gonna get up my ass for eating raw meat while gobbling down all that?” Logan laughed “fuck off.”
Wade took a big sip “You know, I gotta ask - how the fuck were you able to afford to eat like this back in your universe, Mr.Moneybags? Did you use the five finger discount or-?”
“I foraged n’ caught my own prey. Lived off the land” Logan interrupted. He had a wistful smile and looked to be rather relaxed as he recounted his time in the wilderness “Slept under the stars n’ ate whatever prey I caught that day.”
“So…you’re telling me” Wade put his cup down on the counter and walked toward Logan “that you fucking hunted, killed, and ate that shit on all fours like a goddamn giant kitty?” When Logan nodded, Wade made a sound that sounded suspiciously like a moan “no shit? god, that is so hot and also super fucking gross. My dick is very conflicted right now.”
Logan laughed then snorted. He grabbed another steak - this time with his mouth - got on all fours and walked toward the table where he settled under it and began to eat. Wade watched as Logan took his time, lapping up the blood, ripping and chewing - he let out another moan.
“God, I wish that were me.”