[ooc: I'm apparently horrible and just went from log to action-spam. so sorry -_-]

"Overindulgence," Logan repeated with a half snarl. "I'm not in the mood for yer robot sass. Got it?"

He moved his hand from scratching through his hair to rubbing through his sideburns and half stifles a yawn. "I ain't human either. Dunno how I can heal from a god damn bullet wound, but I can't handle a hangover," He grumbled.