Challenge #00359: Shining, Gleaming, Silken, Flaxen, Waxen...

Here’s a good challenge - write something that involves someone finding a way to explain Wolverine’s hair.  Seriously, whether comics, cartoons, or movies, it’s always the same winged sorta puffed-out spiky thing that looks near-exactly like the sides of his costume’s mask.  Does he style it that way intentionally, does he just have the world’s worst case of Hat Hair, or what?

They had been hiking for hours. Everyone’s hair was plastered to their heads with their own perspiration. Everyone… except Logan.

Sara spotted it when they took a break by the brook. She, like everyone else, had taken a moment or fifteen hundred to soak their bare feet in the cool flowing water.

Logan took off his hat and, much to her surprise, his hair popped up in those two, distinctive ‘wings’ that sort of echoed his hero uniform.

“How?” Sara managed between exhausted pants.

“How’s that, Tallwater?” he famed himself with his hat.

“How do you… get your hair… to do that?”

He reached up. Felt it. Snorted and shook his head. “When Nikola Tesla asks you to hold two wires? Don’t.”

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