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@metaIbones 
            
            / i love ciri sm..

@daleyguard ╱     ;; watch me make a ciri rn - 

@metaIbones 
            
            / i have a jaskier < / 3

@metaIbones /!!

  ⋆   yas

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                no  one  did. (  the  agent  grinned  softly,  seeing  him  invoked  a  sense  of  nostalgia. strange. . . regardless,  she  took  the  other  up  on  that  offer. as  she  sat  next  to  logan,  a  leg  crossed  over  her  left  one. )  i  won’t  stop  you  if  you  do. (  lorene’s  eyes  landed  onto  the  beer  bottle  the  other  held. interesting. . . weren’t  they  a  whiskey  drinker  ?  this  was  certainly  a  sight  to  see. especially  if  it  was  months  since  the  last  time  the  pair  spoke. )  you  must  be  having  some  day  if  you’re  drinking  /that/  shit. 

@strongshields  ╱       the beer bottle was held tightly in his hands, different from the usual whiskey he’d drink.  a slight annoyance found it’s way across his face making slight lines in his facial features before relaxing.  the beer running down his throat with a slight cough to clear his throat.  
            “  who says i need to change?  “ his tone didn’t hold hostility, more of a genuine curiosity then anything.  eyes shifted to an empty seat across from him, then slightly, he gestured for her to take a seat.   “ i’ll buy ya a drink if that’ll make you happy.  “ 

@metaIbones ⸝⸝⸝   late asf but any

* ! 

  *   yas

@ecrlyriser ╱                              logan would gently smile to the man, his head nodding to his words.  hazel studied him for a moment, just before he actually spoke.  
            “ you look better too.  “ he replied, hands resting on his hips.     “ how’s the ranch? “ 

( @metaIbones )
            
                  “  you  want  me  to  play  some  linkin  park  to  go  with  that  attitude?”  the  female  joked,  safe  under  the  cover  of  a  hanging  roof  atop  a  porch. her  body  was  resting  to  the  side  of  one  of  the  pillars  of  this  porch  as  she  carefully  watched  the  other. “  you  look  like  you’re  having  “  i  am  who  i  am”  moment,  i  can  always  leave  you  to  being  a  wet  rat,”  she  replied,  slightly  leaning  forward  “  can’t  hate  me  for  trying”. as  she  leaned  back  under  the  protective  covering,  lorene’s  hands  dove  into  her  back  pocket. she  retrieved  a  crumpled  box  of  cigarettes  and  a  battered  blue  lighter. she  was  simply  here  to  spectate  the  other,  as  she  was  asked  to. like  second  nature,  a  cigarette  was  planted  between  her  lips  and  a  orange  flame  carefully  drifted  over  it  to  set  the  cigarette  aflame. the  only  thing  that  now  illuminated  lorene  was  the  dim  lit  stick,  smoke  trickling  up  from  her  mouth.

@strongshields ╱                    the rain gently fell onto the mutant, his jacket soaked through by now.  his hair was a wet mess, the perfect picture of a drowned rat.   slowly he turned to her, brow raised slightly.  
            “ i’m not gonna melt.  “ he replied, almost blunt in nature.     “ nor get sick.  “ a quick addition to his earlier words, slowly turning to actually face her.     “ besides, i like the feeling of rain.  even if i do get wet.  “ 

/   late but curious or surprised !! 

*    curious 

// yes please!

@-imahurricane ╱                                his gaze turned to storm, a brow raised.   he had been a tad grumpier then usual, as if his hackles had been raised.   the beer was pressed to his lips as if silencing words that started to come up his throat.  
            with a long huff he finally spoke,   “ na.  just been grumpy.  “ he answered her finally, eyes looking away.      “ why?  did i hurt someone’s feelings?  “ 

@metaIbones   *   "you forget your bones are fused with the one thing i can manipulate, hm?" he raised an eyebrow, arms crossing over his chest. "even if you wanted to 'cut me into ribbons', it would be a struggle."

@movesmetal ╱                   distrust was written across his face, the snarl still written across his face.   the claws didn’t go back in, however, still extended until after a period of time.  
            “  i’ll hold you to your word.  “ he’d grumble out to the man, brows furrowed together.   “ would hate to see you get cut into ribbons.  “ 

@metaIbones   *   "and if it was?" he joked dryly, arms crossed over his chest. "i'm not here for any trouble. i came to speak to charles. if you're so worried that i'm here to cause an issue, tell him he's free to read my mind, by all means."

@mutxntfangs  ╱                 usually logan would have been working on his motorcycle by now.  listening to old rock music on a radio accompanied by his cd’s and a beer.   beer that he had several stashes around the manor.  charles didn’t like alcohol being around, but he was good at hiding them from the old professor.   he could admit to himself that this was better then getting frustrated with the motorcycle and it’s issues.    or the rock music that would turn out any of his ongoing thoughts until he felt too tired to continue.   the older mutant wasn’t tired yet, far too awake now.   but peace was better then being by himself with his thoughts.    
            logan leaned against the palms of his hands, a slow nod coming from him to her words.  he didn’t pry, didn’t ask any questions that might make her uncomfortable.    only let her know he was there, even if it was a distraction away from something else.   lips curled slightly into something neutral, but it wasn’t too cold either. warm almost.   
            “ she would have been one hell of a x-man.  “ he admitted with a soft chuckle leaving his throat.  a slight hum leaving his throat,   “ killing aliens like that?  on par with all of us, definitely some kind of superpower.  “ his head titled to the side lightly, his mind wondering for a moment.     “ you think alien’s exist out there?  somewhere in that dark pit we call a universe?  “ he questioned gently, his head turning to look at her for a moment.     “ personally, i think they are real.  out there, earth is just probably the ghetto of space.  “ 

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                 " that's fucking awesome , man ... " she laughs again , and keeps laughing under her breath , the smoke of her cigarette keeps going in and out as it consumes with the minutes until it's nothing more than just trash , wich she makes sure it's completely off before putting it in the pocket of her shorts to throw it in a trashcan later.  every minute that passes , she knows that her time is coming out , time to go inside and get some sleep so she can just repeat the process the next night.   Next to where she is sitting and next to her shoes , there is a small backpack , books, and class motes with a flashlight so she could read in the deep darkness of the night. 
            
            She leans back , letting herself fall and hit the grass. It's cold, but so it's her skin , cold is nothing new. Black pupils like the deep space watch the stars above their head while he talks, and she limits herself to be a listener that does small comments every now and then    " predator ... my dad likes that one , but ... I don't know about now. " Lost in the bottom of a bottle , long gone the man she knew , maybe she would have the same destiny.     
                  "  I think it's pretty cool ... I like — robocop ... and yeah, Ripley will always be the best ...  I'm pretty sure she could be a very cool x-man ... if you can kill aliens like that , that must be a superpower ... or a ton of luck ... "

@mutxntfangs ╱                          certain things in his long life felt distant, like a fog he couldn’t quite reach.  only really remembered them if he really concentrated, even then certain things turned into a slight blur.   it was expected from a man that was now almost two hundred years old.  logan nearly had forgotten what his mother looked like or his father’s voice.   little things he wouldn’t outrightly speak on, only smile as his attention stayed on her.  leaning back against the grass with a gentle chuckle leaving his throat, a nod.  
            “ yeah, i was a cowboy.  “ he answered her eyes narrowed as he attempted to think back on it.  the brief turn and twist of his face as his eye gently twitched.     “ think i still have that hat too.  somewhere, if i find it, i’ll show it ya.  “  that hat was now nearly the same age as logan was.  to old to really sit on anyone’s head,  something that probably should be a museum somewhere.  yet it was hidden within his sentimental objects, what few he actually had with him still.      “ can’t wear these days but, it’s nice.   a piece of history.  “ 
            a gentle hum left his throat with the curl of a smile across his face.  alien, he remembered that movie.  it was good, one of the few horror type pieces of film he actually enjoyed, didn’t grumble about near the end.     “ aliens is a good one.   ripley is my favorite, always will be.  “  the vegas under his calloused fingers felt nice, the gentle wind that came every so often.  this was a nice feeling, something fatherly.  logan could get use to it, if he allowed himself to anyway.      “ predator is another good one.  great comics too.  “