[ Instead of the deck chairs, Logan's found his perch among the shrubbery: a wooden ledge where the too-perfect plants are lined up for decoration. He's got one leg stretched out before him, a plate balanced on his other knee, and a bottle of beer on the ground. He's alone, yeahā€”got Scott home, Erik stormed off somewhere to sulk (probably in Charles' little hut, which he's not gonna give too much thought to for his own damn sake)ā€”and y'know what? This is the least annoyed Logan's looked since he's shown up tonight.
So it's about as good a time as any for Rune to drop by. Logan glances up, a yellow-tinted cube between his fingers. He stuffs it into his mouth, wrinkles his nose (it's not great), and dusts his hands off on his jeans. ]
Finally driving yourself?
[ Rune looks better. In one piece, anyhow. Part of him had been wondering if he'd ever see Rune again. Place this big, it's hard to say. But he won't pretend it isn't good to know the man's doing fine. ]
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So it's about as good a time as any for Rune to drop by. Logan glances up, a yellow-tinted cube between his fingers. He stuffs it into his mouth, wrinkles his nose (it's not great), and dusts his hands off on his jeans. ]
Finally driving yourself?
[ Rune looks better. In one piece, anyhow. Part of him had been wondering if he'd ever see Rune again. Place this big, it's hard to say. But he won't pretend it isn't good to know the man's doing fine. ]