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 Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 12:33 pm
Logan & Skyler   xxxxxxxxxxIn which...xxxxxxxxxxSkyler and Logan encounter each other in Spades, xxxxxxxxxxbut Logan is in a terrible mood and it looks like xxxxxxxxxxhe's probably gonna make Skyler cry...
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 12:36 pm
It wasn't that Logan was in a particularly bad mood, so much as this was how he always was. Vaguely grumpy, sort of in a hurry, and not interested in talking to anyone at all. Anyone but Jace. In fact, that was the kid he was currently searching for; Logan was making a bee-line to where he thought Jace's house had been. At least he could try to see the kid again.
But in the meantime, approaching a particular turn, there appeared to be some kind of obstruction in his path. Especially notable was the fluffy-looking girly kid in a dress. Logan arched one brow as he approached slowly, ears flat against his messy white hair, and he considered turning around and finding another way. Somehow.
He really didn't know Spades well enough to risk taking an alternate path. This was basically his one day off for forever, and he needed to waste no time at all. "So... could you... get out of my way, or something?"
That was the first thing he said to the kid. And so far, the only thing. Logan flicked his tail impatiently and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to look as threatening as possible.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 12:45 pm
Skyler was wagging his tail, happy to help his papa with their latest delivery. The store was in need of a sprucing up so it was closed for the day. On the dusty, usually quiet street there was never any traffic and the people of Spades never really expected much company. The moving truck was taking up the whole road and the other sidewalk, their furniture and merchandise was spilled on their side of the sidewalk and a large ramp was blocking the only other way.
At the voice, Skyler's tail prickled and he backed up, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. He made no sound, just staring with huge, fearful amber eyes. He...he didn't really like strangers. Especially since Pablo was inside re-sorting all the bullets and disposing of the duds.
His teeth chattered and he felt his ears lay back to his scalp, allowing that long strand to drape before his eye. He visibly shrunk down, though the other were about to hit him.
Not looking into Logan's eyes, Skyler mumbled. "Oh..w-well, I...I...I'm not re-really in charge." He plucked hair from his tail nervously and blushed. "B-but I promise we'll be done lickity split?" His voice was almost inaudible and was as feminine as he looked.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 12:55 pm
The kid looked even more startled than Logan felt. Which was remarkable. Logan's mouth twisted into a grimace. Was he really going to be difficult? Logan was usually the wimpy one, but seriously... When the kid shrank and looked as small as possible, Logan couldn't help but feel like this was just... too much. Someone oughtta tell the kid that Spades was not for such pathetic displays of cowardice. Spades was supposed to be mean, strong, fast, efficient-- something other than this.
"I'm in a hurry," Logan replied, his face contorting into what would appear to be a silent snarl. He wanted to see Jace, not deal with this ... truck, this stuff, this kid. This kid who wouldn't even look him in the eye. "What's wrong with you, kid? Look at me when you talk to me, do you have any manners?" Logan's tail flicked back and forth.
Normally, he'd walk away. He'd never bother to harass this kid. But he was in a wicked-awful mood... and the kid was just making it worse. "Not to mention I can't hear a thing you say when you mumble like that. And I thought I had issues," Logan added, grimacing again.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 1:01 pm
Skyler backed up a few steps as if he had been struck.
"Watch it." A kind voice chided as a delivery man unloaded a whole bunch of hardwood flooring. Skyler didn't reply, but skitted forwards shyly and blushed at Logan.
"I...I'm sorry." he tried to speak a little bit louder, still not making eye contact. "My papa ordered a bunch of new stuff for the store and...well...I-I..." he tucked his tail between his legs and played with his hair instead, hands eternally fidgeting.
Finally, he slowly looked the other in the eye, then yelped and pinched his thick lashed lids shut. "I-I do have m-manners. i just..." He whimpered. Like a puppy with its head stuck in the fence, he whimpered. It was pathetic.
"I-I don't have issues!" He finally piped up, his eyes opening wide. They had tears shining in them and he put a hand on the side of the store, as if that alone would give him comfort.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 1:12 pm
The kid blushed a lot, didn't he. Weird. Logan had blushed maybe once in his life. Mostly he just looked uncomfortable and kind of irritated regardless of what was actually happening. "Blushing makes you look weak," Logan said, ignoring the kid's apology. "At least you're talking louder now. I'm not deaf, but you're like a mouse," Logan added. "So, you a mouse, or what? Got a name?"
It really was pathetic. Logan had absolutely no idea what to do with a kid this sensitive. It seemed like... well, Logan was usually a little rough around the edges, but these two just did not get along. Their personalities clashed in a fundamental way. "Alice help you, stop whining, kid," Logan snapped, holding his hands up, palms flat, and shaking his head. "If you start to cry I'm not gonna have anything to do with you."
Logan watched the kid apprehensively. Ugh, this whole situation was vastly unpleasant. "Look, you're probably so wimpy because you don't have friends to tell you any different, and if you want friends you need to stop sniveling. Stand up straight, suck it up, and above all don't cry needlessly. It'll make you look blotchy and nobody wants a blotchy friend."
Believe it or not, this was Logan trying to be helpful, because he'd started to take pity on the kid.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 1:22 pm
The words stung. They stung an awful lot and Skyler did not like being talked down to. So what if he was a daddy's boy and ran from fights? So what if if he wore different clothes than anyone else? So what if he had no spine and a belly so yellow you could see it from space?
"S-skyler." He extended his hand as if expecting Logan to kiss it rather than shake it, though even now he winced and tensed, like he was giving a bone to a shark. "And i'm not a mouse. I'm an eevee." He was drinking back the tears at this point.
"I-I'm not wimpy!" He whimpered, twisting his ears. "And I have friends! I have Rose. And a big trillium named Mauve." He argued, tail bristling again. His eyes began to spew big, fat tears. "I'M NOT SPLOTCHY!" He mispoke but he was too upset to care. "G-go away if you're not going to be nice! I'll tell my Papa on you!" he buried his face into his hands.
Basically he heard 'You're a weak mouse who whines and cries too much and has no friends and is wimpy and snivelling and botchy or splotchy or whatever!
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 2:25 pm
Logan wasn't necessarily trying to talk down to him. It was a bad habit he'd acquired pretty much from the moment he could talk. "Rabbit," he said, introducing himself. He saved his real name for friends, and had stopped using it a bit ago. Jace was the only one who'd keep calling him that, once he was older. And Jace would likely never call him Rabbit at all.
It didn't really matter what Skyler expected Logan to do with his hand, because the shiny growlithe just stared at it with an expression somewhere between disinterest and disgust, crossing his arms over his chest as if to indicate I don't care at all what you want me to do, I'm not touching that. Logan was incapable of playing nice. Huh, an eevee? That would explain the fluffy cuteness. And he supposed, the pathetic sobbing, too? Were all eevees so pathetic?
"Who is Rose, and Mauve-- why do they have such weird names?" Logan asked, ignoring the fact that he was named after an animal in the first place. "You're not splotchy now but you will be in... oh, there you go, splotchy as a diglet who's been in the rain and the mud." Logan shrugged, flicking his tail to the side.
He hated crying. He had no idea what to do with it. He, himself, hadn't cried but once when he got those scars on his back. Abnormal for that to have happened in the first place. "I'll go away when you get out of my way," Logan barked at him, irritated.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 2:34 pm
Skyler wasn't about to explain that Rose was a goldfish and Mauve was a flower through his tears, not did he comment on the fact that he loved rabbits. They were sweet, gentle animals and, in Skyler's mind, this boy was giving them a bad name.
"I TOLD YOU I CAN'T!" He wailed, hurrying inside, with a slam of the door.
Moments passed and there was a noise like thunder, the door bursting open. Skyler stood in the threshold and, lip quivering, pointed at Logan. A menacing, grizzly looking scyther stepped out. With a loud shouk-shouk, he had a double barrel shotgun loaded and was scowling down at the growlithe, the muzzle aimed at his head. The safety was on. Pablo was better at intimidation when it came to the bullies that bothered his son.
"Alright you sorry-looking fluff tailed spot toting little worm. Just what is the problem that my little angel came running to me like the town was on fire. You have ten seconds, half-pint."
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 3:59 pm
Logan would have just made fun of him even worse if Skyler had told him that Rose and Mauve were not, in fact, people. Logan was usually pretty docile, in a way. Not really confrontational. But he was in a bad mood, and seriously, this eevee was hitting all the wrong chords.
"...you could have just told me which way to go," Logan muttered after the kid as he fled away. Logan ran a hand through his hair, ruffling the uneven white locks. He was about to try to pick his way around the truck, somehow, when a scyther with a shotgun stepped out.
Normally, Logan would have run. But he didn't know how to get to Jace if he didn't go down this road, and so he wasn't going to budge. In fact, he stared down the muzzle, his eyes narrowing. "I'm the worm? Your angel can't even pick his own fights," Logan replied, calm, even though his tiny heart was beating like mad in his chest and his ears were flattened. His face had contorted so that his fangs showed under his upper lip.
"Just tell me how to get around your truck, I want to find someone, and I can't while it's obstructing the road," Logan added, his voice still even. He was, after all, an infant-- shooting him would be impossible.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 4:09 pm
The scyther glared with harrowed eyes. "You have no manners, punk. You must be one of those damn Clubbers. Always partying and making it hard for decent folk to earn a living. Bet your daddy brought you up rightly poor." Here, he dipped down with one hand, about to seize the critter by his tail but thinking better of it at a second glance of those teeth.
He pointed across the road. "Go that way. Pass Betty brown's sweets and through the alley with big garbage cans. Turn left at the end and right at the corner. You'll come out on the top of this street. Now scoot."
For good measure, he fired once into the air. There was nothing but the ringing silence for a moment, then a sparrow dropped down and hit the cobbles hard.
And that was that- just a gunshot and the pair of them vanished back into their store. Skyler gave one passing glance, gulping and then hurrying inside.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 4:20 pm
Logan was a lot faster and smaller than the man, making it easy to slip into crevices, nooks and crannies. Logan's dormant temper flared as the man insulted his father. "Briar is a better man than you can imagine," he hissed at the man. And he stared at Firefly.
Logan was not afraid of the gunshot. Nor the man. As Skyler and his father left into their shop, Logan called out just to Skyler: "Don't ever let me catch you in my turf, you'll suffer for being a coward." Logan's tail flicked back and forth, in irritation. The second Logan could find Jace, Jace would hear all about this.
And Logan would never let the eevee by if he caught him in Clubs. Logan was generally pretty non-confrontational, but it seemed like Skyler and his father had hit all the right nerves to ignite both the boy's protective streak and his passionate anger. "Off with your heads," Logan muttered under his breath, slipping off the way he'd been indicated, heading towards Jace. Quickly, as he was now fueled by anger.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 4:27 pm
Skyler's eyes welled as the other told him he'd never be welcomed in clubs. He put his hands to his face and began the usual sniffling sobbing. A gentle, old hand came down and stroked his shoulder.
"Hey...shhh...come on. Its alright. No-one blames you, sweety." Pablo lifted the sniveling little boy in his arms. He'd toughen up one day...he was still just a toddler. He lived in a less-than-nice part of spades and they didn't have much money. It was hard for Skyler to make friends because of his shyness.
Pablo settled back into the backroom of the store. "Come on, champ. You want to help me make a new gun? I bet that frizzy little punk couldn't even shoot a gun. Him or his backwash family."
Skyler sniffled, but nodded. His papa was always right.
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