[ By the time Logan pulls out of the lot, burning rubber, the only sign he lost a chunk of meat is the shredded bit of t-shirt and the blood staining the white fabric dark. Absently, he rubs his shoulder while he spins the wheel with his other hand. Ow.
He makes no effort to break the silence. Yeah, he heard what it said, and the truth is, he hasn't decided what he's supposed to make of it. He doesn't gotta ask to know it's not a lie. She won't look at him, for one. But it's not that simple, either. If she was human, it'd be different. If he hadn't found her the way he had, it'd be different. If she'd avoided him since they met, it'd be different. Kimiko's been seeking him out, though; the word he'd use is conflicted but there's a familiar hesitant curiosity to her, too, each time they interact. Like she's looking through a window at something she isn't sure is hers to have.
Maybe he knows a little about that.
Besides, he can't be reading what she types while he's driving, so. Any questions go unasked while they speed out of the city, toward the quieter outskirts. He picks a road that leads away from the Scrapyard. A little ways in, before they reach an empty patch of concrete with a dumpster out back, he drops the bag of hairspray in her lap and digs a switchblade out of the glove compartment. Can always count on the people around here to have a knife of some kind. ]
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He makes no effort to break the silence. Yeah, he heard what it said, and the truth is, he hasn't decided what he's supposed to make of it. He doesn't gotta ask to know it's not a lie. She won't look at him, for one. But it's not that simple, either. If she was human, it'd be different. If he hadn't found her the way he had, it'd be different. If she'd avoided him since they met, it'd be different. Kimiko's been seeking him out, though; the word he'd use is conflicted but there's a familiar hesitant curiosity to her, too, each time they interact. Like she's looking through a window at something she isn't sure is hers to have.
Maybe he knows a little about that.
Besides, he can't be reading what she types while he's driving, so. Any questions go unasked while they speed out of the city, toward the quieter outskirts. He picks a road that leads away from the Scrapyard. A little ways in, before they reach an empty patch of concrete with a dumpster out back, he drops the bag of hairspray in her lap and digs a switchblade out of the glove compartment. Can always count on the people around here to have a knife of some kind. ]
Pop the top off those, will you?