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[im_not_a_rookie]

Who: Elena and lil!Logan
When: Today
Where: The streets of the Lower Level, halfway point between their homes.
Rating: PG
Warnings: TBA
Summary: Elena goes to get Logan and bring him back to her place for awhile.

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[murderperfect]

He'd been perched there for hours, having grown bored with running around his house and the surrounding area, trying his utmost to keep himself distracted from the current situation. The trees lining the other side of the street didn't offer much in the way of camouflage, sleeved in snow and ice; his red hoodie stood out like a blood stain against this backdrop. He'd bought the little outfit for Yachiru, initially -- one of many kiddish outfits purchased for Valentine's Day -- but found more use in the sweater and cargo pants at the moment than he figured she would

[im_not_a_rookie]

She should have known better.

She would tell herself this later on, when she was looking in the mirror at the bruise the rock left on her ass, pouting a little even though it didn't hurt. Turks shouldn't let their guard down. Turks shouldn't trust little sweatered kids with poor dispositions.

Turks should expect the occasional case of friendly fire.

Yelping as the rock struck, she jumped and rubbed it, only to watch him fall. All little pains aside, she couldn't help the initial laughter that bubbled up and threatened to choke her as she doubled over; the expression on his face had been classic, but nothing could ever beat the owwwww at the end. Karma was a cruel little master.

"You deserve that, just so you know." She wiped the laughter-tears from her eyes, then walked over, crouching down to try to dust him off a little. "And for that, your sandwich is getting cut in halves only and will have crusts."

Her smile softened a little as she straightened and stood back up. "Are you okay?"

[murderperfect]

"I'm fine!" he snapped back, swatting at her, features crumpled up in an angry little grimace, "N'maybe I did, but you deserved it in the first place for actin' like I need someone takin' care of me!"

Rolling over on his stomach, he got to his feet, glaring daggers up at the woman and attempting to gain his bearings. He hadn't actually run into an adult yet, and found the experience pretty... awkward. He could see right up her nose! Is this what kids saw everyday?

"Anyway, where's my sammwich? Did you bring it with you?" The question was asked as he reached at her pockets, patting her here and there, searching out any food-shaped lumps and sniffing for something edible. It was bizarre how this transformation had settled in; almost as if a psychological affect played into his size, the sound of his voice... he was still him, and this was certain, but his view on the world was incredibly askew. Elena was a big dope, and bossy! What was her problem all of a sudden

[im_not_a_rookie]

Elena had to wonder if he was this bad all the time when he was a child. She rolled her eyes dramatically, dodging his swat, before she shook her head, the blonde hair swaying. "No, it's back at the house. That, and I have some cookies. And milk, with regards from Mister Shu sir."

She didn't stop him from patting her pockets, and there was a little lump in one. Another roll of her eyes, and she pulled out a wrapped piece of chocolate from Valentine's Day, a left over gift from one of the guys. Tossing it to him, she started to turn around and walk back towards home, waiting for him to catch up.

Sure, sugar was the last thing he needed, but it was all she had on her at the moment.

"I can carry you if you want." And what might have been teasing before lacked any condescension now, just an honest little kind offer.

[murderperfect]

"I don't need no one t'carry me! I can walk fine by myself if you'd... if... uh... " he started, following along at her heels for the first few seconds before lagging back, entirely focused on peeling away the thin, crinkly red tinfoil wrapped around his treat, "... quit walkin' so fast!" Damn the short legs

[im_not_a_rookie]

"Sure you can, Logan. Sure you can

[murderperfect]

Tipping his head to the side, he regarded her quizzically, brow furrowed in a way reminiscent of his former self whenever someone said something he didn't particularly agree with. "But I can fire anyone I want! He was a bum... " The voice trailed off as he thought of all the wonderfully clever things he'd say to Roxas when he was bigger, not quite realizing yet that none of that would actually come to form. No, work would resume as normal, though he might still harbor some resentment for Shu's little portion of mockery. Maybe

[im_not_a_rookie]

"Just because you can do something doesn't mean you should." And boy, wasn't that the truth? Especially with the event before this one, she found that reflected rather true, didn't it

[murderperfect]

He blinked, stunned for some reason that she'd decided to drop down to his height. "Okay." Nodding, he plucked up the end of her tie, fidgeting with the fabric for a moment before speaking again, voice quieter now as he realized he didn't have to yell up at her from this level. He probably didn't have to when she was standing either, but for some reason felt it the only way to be heard

[im_not_a_rookie]

She didn't try to stop him from playing with her tie; truth be told, on the slow days at the desk, she plucked at it, too, tickling her nose with the end of it. She watched his small hands working over the fine dark material, wondering just how big his claws were in this form. Were they just as sharp? Just as threatening?

Brown eyes snatched up to his, watching him as he spoke. She didn't have the heart to say to him that of course those were the reasons he wanted Logan around; being strong and not dying were sort of Logan's job, and thus, he was accomplishing his job by following those rules of existence. But, in he same vein, she liked to think that Shu possibly enjoyed Logan's rather... prickly nature in the same way she did, though she couldn't be sure.

Then again, Shu was dating Schuldig, so there was a probability that he enjoyed a good battle, be it verbal or otherwise. Gave him room to work on a strategy, so that might almost make sense. Either that, or they just both enjoyed the headaches, leaving her to wonder if they