[ When he met Karen's, it hadn't talked, hadn't been capable of making a sound. Starting to realize that was a real blessing.
He blinks. Then Kimiko's suddenly in his face, and Logan grabs her flailing hands, pushing aside the words for the moment. ]
Hey, hey, take it easy. I'm gonna help you, alright?
[ Justā€”give him a second to...okay, you know what, the handcuffs gotta go. A flash of silver cleaves the short chain in two. Before the mannequin can flee, Logan wraps one arm around its waist and hefts it over his shoulder. Probably should've done this sooner, now that he thinks about it. He passes by Kimiko's SUV, realizes the back's not at all secured off from the front, and pivots to a dusty blue sedan instead. One with a proper trunk so he won't end up with an imposter Kimiko launching itself at him while he's behind the damn wheel.
His claw pops the lock. (Didn't have grand theft auto and kidnapping a doppelganger on his to-do list tonight, but here they are.) He's not careful when he slams the trunk shut. If it loses a hand, it loses a hand. He's busy giving their surroundings a quick scan to make sure the car's owner isn't stomping up to them with a shotgun cocked.
It's fine. He's just borrowing, he'll give it back when they're done.
From the driver's side, he leans over and pushes open the passenger door for the real Kimiko. ] Let's go, get in.
[ Whatever bullshit it was spewing, he'll deal with that later. One thing at a fuckin' time. ]
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He blinks. Then Kimiko's suddenly in his face, and Logan grabs her flailing hands, pushing aside the words for the moment. ]
Hey, hey, take it easy. I'm gonna help you, alright?
[ Justā€”give him a second to...okay, you know what, the handcuffs gotta go. A flash of silver cleaves the short chain in two. Before the mannequin can flee, Logan wraps one arm around its waist and hefts it over his shoulder. Probably should've done this sooner, now that he thinks about it. He passes by Kimiko's SUV, realizes the back's not at all secured off from the front, and pivots to a dusty blue sedan instead. One with a proper trunk so he won't end up with an imposter Kimiko launching itself at him while he's behind the damn wheel.
His claw pops the lock. (Didn't have grand theft auto and kidnapping a doppelganger on his to-do list tonight, but here they are.) He's not careful when he slams the trunk shut. If it loses a hand, it loses a hand. He's busy giving their surroundings a quick scan to make sure the car's owner isn't stomping up to them with a shotgun cocked.
It's fine. He's just borrowing, he'll give it back when they're done.
From the driver's side, he leans over and pushes open the passenger door for the real Kimiko. ] Let's go, get in.
[ Whatever bullshit it was spewing, he'll deal with that later. One thing at a fuckin' time. ]