Snippet #1701923

"Apparently so." he sighed, his shoulders slumping. "You look as happy as I am about this arrangement, so if we can keep some form of peace this should go better than bad, hopefully. He smirked suddenly, remembering his side mission that he hoped to accomplish. At least it would become easier, but then again Lan didn't seem to happy to see him. Logan looked around the room, and realized it would become a nightmare. Things would get thrown together by accident, both would feel squished, arguments would form. But he hoped not, arguing in the mornings didn't make Logan a happy camper: Any more so than he normally was.

He dropped his things on his side of the room, and propped his spear up in the corner, along with his armor. He emptied his medical bag, including three of his lighters the singed picture of his parents and himself, and that dumbbell. Normally he would change into something else, even though he was wearing his favourite style of clothing (white dress shit, vest, blue undershirt, black pants.). However, he didn't feel like exposing his back to Lan here, he didn't trust him enough to let him see his marks. Instead he turned around after the Thirty seconds it took to throw his stuff in a corner and looked Lan in the eyes, his own shimmering with their split difference. Logan had always liked his eyes, they made him feel like he could get away with 2 types of personalities.

"I'm gunna get me some food, so I'm out." He lit a cigarette as he walked towards the door, hoping the dude didn't mind the smoke.