[ what's, perhaps, the most eerie part of this interaction is the fact that other than logan's own surprise noises and whatever crashing his done as he slams into dresser, there is no sound. no feral screaming, no grunts or frustrated hisses. the figure that looks like karen slams into logan and sends him sprawing, digging into any span of skin it can reach, and there is no sound coming from it.
when he gets his hands around its wrists, it jerks - trying to pull free, trying to get out of his grip, no matter how strong it might be. it starts to drive its knees into logan's chest, gut, very nearly jerking its arm clean off with the force of it until he lets go. the moment throws it back into the wall near the bathroom door, before it lunges over him, to the other side of the room before it turns back to where it expects logan to have gotten up by now.
its shoulders are hunched, hair still covering its face, and it is wearing karen's clothes - a shirt that logan might recognize, a pair of jeans, socks, covering enough of it that it wouldn't be obvious, even if logan (if he has the second to really look) might notice that there's something unnatural about the way her arms and legs look under the fabric. a little too firm, hard. its head jerks from one side, then to the other, before it reaches for one of the glasses it had set out and throws it at logan's face.
if logan's distracted enough by the glass, it might try and dive closer again, tucking its head down and attempting to drive its shoulder into logan's gut. ]
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when he gets his hands around its wrists, it jerks - trying to pull free, trying to get out of his grip, no matter how strong it might be. it starts to drive its knees into logan's chest, gut, very nearly jerking its arm clean off with the force of it until he lets go. the moment throws it back into the wall near the bathroom door, before it lunges over him, to the other side of the room before it turns back to where it expects logan to have gotten up by now.
its shoulders are hunched, hair still covering its face, and it is wearing karen's clothes - a shirt that logan might recognize, a pair of jeans, socks, covering enough of it that it wouldn't be obvious, even if logan (if he has the second to really look) might notice that there's something unnatural about the way her arms and legs look under the fabric. a little too firm, hard. its head jerks from one side, then to the other, before it reaches for one of the glasses it had set out and throws it at logan's face.
if logan's distracted enough by the glass, it might try and dive closer again, tucking its head down and attempting to drive its shoulder into logan's gut. ]