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Jace did not only succeed at it, he aced it. With flying colours. Logan had done pretty well for himself, only a bit of hesitation behind the boy, but he had to admit that Jace succeeded with a certain flair that Logan would likely never be willing to match. The infant shiny growlithe with his oddly chopped up white hair and his yellow PVC vest looked vaguely displeased with everything on a regular basis, which made it hard for him to come across as anything but cranky. In fact, until Jace stepped up to take his turn, Logan had hitherto been specifically ignoring everything else going on.

Instead of answering Jace, Logan rolled his eyes and flicked Jace's a** with the edge of his silvery tail. "If you were awesome, I wouldn't tell you, because it would go straight to your head," Logan told him, with an exasperated sigh. But he watched Jace carefully, and looked at him just moment too long. Okay, yeah, it was awesome. But it was just croquet...! "I guess everyone has to be awesome at something, though, so if croquet is your one pick, be my guest," Logan finally added, his ears twitching, the corner of a small smile forming on his face.

The blue ponyta appeared to be having a much worse time. And Logan didn't really know why, but he felt kinda bad for the Clubs kid left out on his own to suck at Croquet. So far that boy seemed to be the absolute worst. "Hey! You! Get over here," Logan called to the blue-haired infant. "Don't judge me, he'll temper your awesomeness," Logan explained to Jace. Before Ryder could approach, Logan stepped up to Jace awkwardly-- he put his face kind of close for a second, wrinkled his nose as if thinking about something and finding it frustrating, and then finally stood beside Jace without doing anything. One tiny hand slid up and gripped the sleeve of his jacket briefly, fingers nestled in the cloth, before he gave up on that altogether.

Although Logan made it a point of not paying attention to whatever in the Red Queen's name was going on with the other infants, who appeared to be a squalling, cuddling mess, he did notice that Malo was attempting to get Zale to leave. Logan flicked his tail back and forth, but said nothing at first. He shot a cursory glance at Clarence, but Clarence appeared to be polishing each rose individually. He seemed to be doing it with love, too. Ugh. Too much like Maximilian for his tastes. So, finally, he did something. "If you leave now, you'll miss tea," Logan told Malo and Zale without any sense of concern. He shrugged as if to punctuate it.

More likely Logan didn't want them to get lost in the Charter-forsaken garden, because he wanted to get to Diamonds and then go home. Oh, wait... Spades. Great.

Jace rolled his eyes at the other boy, the one he'd had to save from being eaten by barbed wire, before smirking a little. He understood what Logan was trying to say, deep down. He knew it was awesome, he just didn't want to inflate his ego which, well. it had gotten there before he'd even walked up to the Growlithe. However at the boy's next made the Mightyena scoff, leaning on his croquet mallet as if he owned the garden.

"I'm good at everything!" he retorted, grinning broadly. "I thought you'd know that by now!"

However his mouth suddenly twisted into a scowl when the boy next to him called out to that annoying Ponyta that had bothered him all of yesterday. He growled softly before blinking at Logan's close proximity, brows knitting a little, hackles raising a little, before he relaxed and huffed, glancing aside, clearly annoyed but tolerating it for the moment; he didn't have to like this kid, just endure him for the moment he supposed.

"Whatever..." Jace grumbled.


Ryder's head lifted when he heard someone yell, blinking and glancing at either side of him when it appeared that the source was talking to him. They couldn't be, right? After all, he was annoying, a loser... And also very when it came to occupying the space he was currently in. Perking a little he hesitantly shuffled over, his croquet club dragging behind him as he did so.

"...Why me?" Ryder questioned, looking perplexed. "I mean... Your friend doesn't like me and I'm annoying and talkative and... Rambling again... Sorry."

His tail flicked behind him as he shifted anxiously from foot to foot. Ryder had a lot of difficulties keeping himself still, especially when he was embarrassed or feeling anxious. Finally he held out his hand in their general direction, chin tucked against his chest and blue eyes watching them nervously, teeth digging into his bottom lip for a moment.

"...My name's Ryder..."


Jace stared at the Ponyta before glancing at Logan and arching a brow. Oddly it seemed that this Ryder wasn't quite as obnoxious as he remembered but he felt it was too early to decide for certain. However when the Growlithe called out to Malo he growled, eyes narrow as the Litwick decided to walk back. At his not so subtle words the Mightyena snarled before laughing.

"Aww lookit the pour little drippy candle being jealous cus he sucks." he mocked, imitating the sickening voice adults used on babies. "Don't take it too hard. After all, someone's bound to take pity on you eventually."

Zale blinked as Malo spoke, allowing the tug. The male yelled, making him twitch slightly. The Treecko stayed close to his louder, more lively friend, meekly pressing behind him as well. Flipping his hood up, his eyes drifted to glance at Logan, eyes lighting up. He made a move forward, stopped when he realized his hand was being held. Lucky for Logan, Zale was contained and unable to grasp his tail.

"....Fluffy....." He whispered, looking up at Malo. He considered releasing his hold on the male to obtain that beautiful tail, however he was more worried about Malo. He wanted to make sure the Litwick was safe and hopefully happier.

Isaac snorted loudly at Malo's uproar, cocking his hips to the side, hands drifting to rest on his hips. Oh ho ho. Such an amusing uproar from Malo. Flicking fingers to remove dirt from his shoulders. He glanced at Briar, flopping down onto his bum and crossing his legs, head resting in his hand.

"Tea. Who drinks that, anyway?"

Well it seemed Malo was losing friends rapidly today. He didn't understand why, though. Why did ANYONE like Jace?! Jace was a horrible beasty who did not deserve to touch the great lawn. His anger boiled to a head at the other's words and he pushed forwards, grabbing Jace by the front of his collar. Again, too much of a lightweight to actually lift him, he just floated above him in a move similar to what he had done with Issac.

Malo had not heard of Jave saving Logan, so he puffed his cheeks, wishing to release flame. But he remembered where he was again and why he had to keep up a good image. The attack came from his nose as a huge cloud of smoke and fog, engulfing the three of them for a moment. It was a bit similar to a train engine, not that the litwick had ever seen one.

So now he had ruined any chance of friendship with Issac, he had no luck with Jace and knowing that Logan was friends with the wolf, he didn't really want to associate with him either. But he turned as he heard one of his real friends approaching. Bigsby, come to back him and Zale up?! He beamed as he was about to greet the other, seeing the phanpy's fist curl and come down on Zale's head. He forgot about the cheater and the shiny growlithe and all his attention harrowed on that single swipe.

He angrily swooped between the two, that slick smirk on his face. "You don't bop Zale." He said in a firm, matter-of-fact way, letting go of the other's hand. "Even if he doesn't do right, if you want to do any boppin, you can bop me." He spoke like he was talking about the weather. Then he turned and slowly lifted Zale's hood, kissing him on the top of his head like Preston sometimes kissed his bumps. "Now it should feel better."

There was very little time for Logan to react, and he was absolutely livid in an instant. The very notion that anyone would grab at Jace was completely alien to him, and Logan didn't even think about what he was doing. With a snarl, he leapt at Malo in a flying tackle, preparing to beat the living daylight out of him, when Clarence reached up and grabbed Logan by the back of the jacket. Logan immediately stopped trying to strangle Malo, and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring silently.

"Thanks Bigsby," he finally managed to get out, through gritted teeth. Then, with a sigh, he let himself relax, and gave up the death glare. Clarence, seeing that Logan had calmed down enough to deal, set him back on the lawn. Following which, Logan clapped Bigsby on the shoulder, and returned to Ryder and Jace.

Or he started to, anyway. He spun on his tiny heels and stared at Briar. Stared. Then, with a pointed smile, he said: "Flowerboy, do your ears not work? Someone pitched a fit, and someone wanted to stalk off. If that's your idea of fine, then good luck to you," Logan told him, punctuated with a tail flick. If he was going to be a villain, he would be a villain to the bitter end. "C'mon Bigsby, the air sucks here," he offered an arm to the Phanpy, before turning his bouncy walk into a full-on jog and then a pounce at Ryder and Jace.

Forget those weirdos. He was happy with his friends. And he took a second to realize that three of them were clubs. Man, maybe diamonds just had something sick in the head. Too much foliage. And Spades clearly had too many toxins in the air or something. Smog disease in the brain. Clubs was where it was at.

Logan was not turning out to be well-socialized in the least. His territorial-protective streak surfaced, and instead of being the mellow, blank slate he tended to be, he had basically nearly full-on attacked Malo. And he grinned to himself thinking about it.

It was when Bigsby moved closer to him that Zale flinched. His eyes widened, head snapping just in time to see the fist. The words spoken to him made him shiver, fright in his eyes.

"Forgot." It was when frightened that he reverted back to his shortened speech. The rage in the others eyes made him attempt to back away, stopped when the fist came down and rapped his head. He yelped, grabbing his head, releasing Malo in the process. He jerked backwards, away from both Bigsby and Malo. Malo moved in-between him and the other and he simply whined lowly, holding his head. Yellow eyes had screwed shut, opening immediately when something removed his hood. He made a move to grab it and replace it, stopped when he noted that it was Malo.

He blinked, eyes shutting when Malo came closer, though not out of fear. His raised shoulders lowered in seconds as he expected a hug, tensing when something else happened. He was kissed on the head.

Sully was kind, but he never did such a thing. Ever. He was unsure what to do, eyes opening to stare at Malo. No, it didn't feel better, but mentally he did. Nodding quietly, he stepped behind Malo, hand slipping and touching Malo's sleeve. It seemed when harmed he did not become that tense, cold boy he had been when Malo was harmed. He simply became meek again.

He looked at Bigsby with complete distrust. He even grimaced slightly. It was apparent he did not like the other now, and his eyes trained on the others hands. Frowning, he still managed to say:"Sorry."

With this, he raised his head and looked away, still staring at Logan and his tail, his own twitching as a dreamy smile touched his lips. Even when bopped he desired to snuggle the tail. When Briar spoke he was snapped from his daze, blinking and looking over, head tilting. He viewed Briar for a second, judging him quietly before he deemed him nice, smiling slightly. And he was with Isaac, and anyone who could tolerate Isaac must be a nice person. Looking at Malo, he suddenly left his side, for once, and approached Briar.

Without a word the boy wrapped his arms around Briar as a thank you, stopped, pulled away, and patted his head before returning to Malo.

Isaac looked up, head cocking to the side. Briar had tended to his wounds, even hugged him. He was certainly a nice guy. Made him wonder why the boy even dealt with him, but he didn't mind at all. Allowing the other to tend to his wounds, he sighed lowly when he spotted Zale get hit. Now, he was sure it wasn't that hard, and yes, he did want to give the offender a bop of his own, however he stayed right where he was. It was when Briar cried out that the boy jerked his head up and looked surprised. He listened, an amused smirk touching his lips. Oh ho? Well, that was fun. When the Leafeon was done he waved his hand at the others, rolling his eyes. He actually was annoyed at this point, glancing at Briar.

"They all are just acting up because of tension, they'll get over it soon enough." He tensed when Briar was called Flowerboy, snarling briefly. He was stopped when suddenly a boy went ape-s**t, leaping after Malo.

Zale growled viciously, about to slam his hand into Logan when he was stopped and held. He stepped in-front of Malo still, glaring defiantly until suddenly Clarence spoke. Quietly, he allowed himself to be taken to the Red Queen, taking Malo's hand into his own and leading him away from Logan and Bigsby. It seemed he was taking the leading role for now.

He stared at the Red Queen with huge eyes, eyes of curiosity, not awe. She was pretty, very pretty. However, his eyes shifted else where briefly, looking about curiously. This was the first time seeing a woman for him, but he merely thought women looked strange.

Isaac however was amused. He raised an eyebrow. Women had weird chest things. He imagined Henrik with them and almost burst out into frantic giggles, stopping himself only when he leaned closer to Briar, lips twitching.

Bigsby snorted at Malo and the anger fled from his eyes. The tiny one had put himself between who he now assumed to be called Zale and Bigsby himself, and to make that space, Bigsby had been pushed back a smidge. Before he had time to react Malo's attempt at dominance over a boy much bigger, and who'd proven to be stronger, than himself, a ball of white tail and yellow jacket came thundering past him, knocking Malo flat. Bigsby laugh full on, now, and clapped his hands. So Logan could mete out the bops! Pride welled up in the phanpy's chest, though he couldn't claim that he had helped Logan grow so fierce. Just to know that Logan was good for a scrap could justify, one supposes.

Logan was hauled off of Malo by the boring man before any real damage could be done, but that wasn't so bad. Bigsby still had something to say. He thumped Logan on the back, in a gesture of praise, and as he took the proffered arm and toddled off with the boy, he called back over his shoulder.

”Iffen I hear yez calling him Fluffy, I'm gonna bop'yez. Don't matter whether you're Malo or Zale or whoever, ain't nobody get to call Logan names wivvout getting bopped.” With that, Bigsby turned Back to Logan, lifted his hat in farewell to all watching him away, and shut his mouth.

He ended up spending more time looking to Logan and his two new acquaintances, who looked to be friends of Logan, than he did staring at the lady everyone called the Queen.