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[it's late, it's always late. logan can't sleep and doesn't want to, especially with those nightmares coming to haunt him every single night. he decides to borrow -- steal -- scott's motorcycle and ride it all the way to the lake. it's not to far, considering how far he's used to going. he's always running and searching, running and searching. there is never one home.
once he's there, his thoughts quiet. maybe it's the sounds of the early morning almost amounting to nothing, or the ebb and flow of the water on the shore, but logan feels a little better. not good, but certainly better than being in that giant mansion-school where he isn't sure he really belongs or not. the professor is hopeful yet patient and logan is stubborn and pushy.
he lingers at the edge of the shore, boots barely being touched by the water.
maybe he should go.]
don't stress, i'm super on time as you can see! and no it's not cool it's brilliant.
[ perhaps logan is here because he wants to be here. perhaps he is here because jean pulled him out here. or perhaps she is here because he had pulled her out of the safe walls of the mansion and into the unknown by this lake. ]
[ she's sitting on the sand, not too far away, but perhaps far enough that a heightened sense of hearing would be needed to pick up any shuffling of her feet against the grains of the sand or any pitter patters of her heart. ]
Logan.
[ whether she speaks it or thinks it — transmitting it to him — is up to logan's sense of hearing. ]
Oh god no, he doesn't need any more injuries than he already has Just, you know, a general... how do I get him to stop telling me to fuck off, kinda thing
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no preferred canon point from me if that is any help!
man this is late im sorry! also im gonna go with like the first movie? if that's cool
once he's there, his thoughts quiet. maybe it's the sounds of the early morning almost amounting to nothing, or the ebb and flow of the water on the shore, but logan feels a little better. not good, but certainly better than being in that giant mansion-school where he isn't sure he really belongs or not. the professor is hopeful yet patient and logan is stubborn and pushy.
he lingers at the edge of the shore, boots barely being touched by the water.
maybe he should go.]
don't stress, i'm super on time as you can see! and no it's not cool it's brilliant.
[ perhaps logan is here because he wants to be here. perhaps he is here because jean pulled him out here. or perhaps she is here because he had pulled her out of the safe walls of the mansion and into the unknown by this lake. ]
[ she's sitting on the sand, not too far away, but perhaps far enough that a heightened sense of hearing would be needed to pick up any shuffling of her feet against the grains of the sand or any pitter patters of her heart. ]
Logan.
[ whether she speaks it or thinks it — transmitting it to him — is up to logan's sense of hearing. ]
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A little, a lot, give me a ballpark figure
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What's the problem? Maybe I can whip the kid into shape.
[hopefully she'll catch on that he's joking...]
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Just, you know, a general... how do I get him to stop telling me to fuck off, kinda thing
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Sit him down and have a talk. Tell him that sort of shit aint allowed.
Be assertive. If he doesn't listen, ignore him for a while. He'll come around.
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Since I'm the one who buys the takeout and all
Boys and their food
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Do it.
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No telling when he'll be home but it won't hurt to start without him