[Logan's finally starting to realize that maybe the professor isn't messing with his head, much to his chagrin. He'd much rather this be some stupid mind game than, you know, really happening.
So he's ventured out in the rain. To get out of the barracks. To get some fresh air. To collect his thoughts. So if Ironhide's looking for company, Logan's not too far away from him. He's just not the best of company.]
[It would be easier for everyone if the professor were secretly behind this.]
[Ironhide doesn't know the human standing nearby, but he doesn't seem to be much of a threat, either. So he regards the stranger with a long, quiet stare.]
[It doesn't take Logan's super speshul senses to notice when he's being stared at. He turns to look at the old bot and gives him a cursory size up. Can this tin can speak?]
So he's ventured out in the rain. To get out of the barracks. To get some fresh air. To collect his thoughts. So if Ironhide's looking for company, Logan's not too far away from him. He's just not the best of company.]
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[Ironhide doesn't know the human standing nearby, but he doesn't seem to be much of a threat, either. So he regards the stranger with a long, quiet stare.]
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What you staring at, bub?
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You.
[And only then does he look away.]
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Just a suggestion.
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[Because Ironhide's real hobbies are a lot more dangerous than sizing up mutants.]
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Still, he's not going to reply to Ironhide's comment. So long as the 'bot doesn't keep staring, Logan's got nothing else to say.]
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[If Logan has nothing further to say, neither does Ironhide.]
[... Strong silent type, these two.]
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[Okay. This is just sad.]
What're you supposed to be anyway?
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What are you supposed to be?
[It's a rhetorical question, honestly.]
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You don't wanna know the answer to that question.
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