Working It Off - OTA (Warning: emo feral is emo... and sweaty)

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Having left the cell block, Logan barely realized where he was going until he found himself at the gym. Yes.... That was good. He had to do something - anything to get his mind off this. Taking off his shirt, he tossed it aside - and kicked off his shoes, too, for good measure. The less getting in his way, the better. Piling on the weights until

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[double_dynamite]

Tabitha knew she should just turn and walk off at the sight of Logan brutally beating up every weight and tool in the gym, and knew she should just keep her mouth shut after seeing so many people walking in and out to bug the older mutant- but the problem with Tabitha is that, what she knows and what she wants are two very different things.
Which is how she justified strutting into the gym with no qualms whatsoever, hands on her hips and popping a large piece of bubblegum into the mildly silent room.

"You know there are a lot less destructive and funner ways to vent anger yeah?"

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The camp had seemed OK, but the more people disturbed him at times like this, and the more shit hit the fan, the more Logan felt trapped, and that wasn't a feeling he dealt with very well. It just made him feel more on edge, his frustration dangerously close to escalating.

"Mind yer own business." He appreciated the concern. He did. Just... not right now.

[double_dynamite]

"Look Logan... neither of us do the feelings thing very well, but seriously? Just hitting and yelling at thin air ain't gonna do anybody good. So if you want I'll sit here, listen to you yell and rage and get some hot cocoa from the mess hall when all is said and done. Or you can let it be all 'I must bottle my frustration until I kill someone' and whither like a cranky old French dude."
She held her hands out, palms up in a helpless manner, wanting to help but still be persistent about it.
"I just figure one hopeless closed off mutie to the next right?"

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He growled at her little speech, but had to admit she was right. About the killing someone part, if nothing else. He couldn't let that happen, no matter how upset he was - especially considering how upset he was. If he snapped now, he might never put himself back together again.

Slowly, he stopped exercising, leaning forward a little as he let go of the machine. "Don't wanna talk about it." And he didn't. But he appreciated the offer anyway, even if he'd probably never say as much.

[double_dynamite]

Tentatively Tabby walked closer to him and layed a hand on his shoulder, her long fingers gripping his shirt in a comforting manner, but still ready to move if he got growly with her, and fighting off the urge to hug him as well.

"Hey at least I know I'm not the only one on camp who thinks easier is said then done in the land of emotional drama llama."

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He looked up at her as if checking her intentions - mocking could be deadly, and too much sympathy would just make him clam up again. But he was satisfied with what he saw, giving a little nod at her siding with him, his mouth opening for a thank-you that he only just managed to swallow. This wasn't the time for any kind of letting go.

Feeling a bit stronger for getting this much control over himself, he licked his lips briefly, and got up to get a towel. "... Hot cocoa, huh?"

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Bumping her hip against his in a very light, playful manner Tabby nodded. "The cure all to end all cure alls, and me? I totally make the best Hot Cocoa ever."
She could say she was exaggerating but, quite honestly Tabitha had picked up a lot of things from her grandfather and worldly travels-one of which being a kick ass recipe for cocoa.
"Sides after all this sweating and manliness you look like you could use some fooadage."

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Truth be told, hot cocoa wasn't on his list of favorite drinks, but she was right; he could use the energy. "Prove it," he said in reply to her claim that she made the best, wiping himself down with the towel before putting on his shirt again. Showering could wait.

[double_dynamite]

"Ya know I will never get tired of all you gorgeous men running around half ass naked all the time."
Taking it as a personal challenge once he had put his shirt back on, Tabby took Logan's hand and walked towards the doors, hoping he'd follow because there was no way in hell she could drag him.

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That actually got a crooked smile out of him. "Knew you had your own agenda for bein' on the team." Trust Tabby to make everything about hunky men. It was a welcome distraction, though, and he was happy to follow her to the mess hall.

[double_dynamite]

Grinning as they walked down the long hallway Tabby leaned into his side and childishly wrinkled her nose at him. "Well crap babe now you know my deep dark secret of bein in it for the mancandy and 24 hour show of macho nacho man. You know this means we gotta swear you to secrecy right?"

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"You keep bribin' me with food," and for this occasion, cocoa would count as food, "you got yourself a deal."

Outside, the air felt unusually cold, a sure sign that Logan had been wearing himself out too much. Smoking seemed like a damn good idea, but he didn't have a cigar on him. Well, it could wait till later.

[double_dynamite]

Tabby laughed as they turned into the mess hall and playfully poked his muscular stomach. "I'm secretly trying to fatten you up." With that she let go of him and started to pull out all the ingredients for her self-proclaimed Cocoa for the gods, humming something that vaguely sounded like 'I've been everywhere' by Johnny Cash and pointed towards a chair with her measuring cup. "Sit."

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Logan rolled his eyes; he was heavy enough. Not fat, no, but who needed fat? "That what happened to Fred? He became friends with you?"

He raised an eyebrow at the command, but sat down anyway, leaning on the table to see what she was doing.

[double_dynamite]

"Psh no, but that don't mean I ain't gonna keep feeding the guy if he asks." She smirked at him as she evened out equal parts cream and chocolate to make sure the cocoa didn't end up too rich as she put up a tea kettle onto the stove, and set it too boil (and possibly make it go faster by lighting a little firecracker bomb underneath...). "But still all that raw sexy muscle you got going on could use some of my awesome food skills."
She waved a hand absently as she bounced on the balls of her feet and managed to grab a mixing bowl with some false attempts thanks to short stature. "And if there's one thing my Gramps taught me? The way to keeping people happy is warm food, drinks and friendly conversation."

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"I ain't arguin'." Anyone wanting to feed Logan was more than welcome to, really. It just didn't seem to happen often, especially these days. Damn feminism.

"Well, you're doin' alright with that." It was intended as an observation more than a compliment, but it worked either way. He did honestly like Tabby, and that was rare. But then, he liked people who liked him - who put up with him by choice - and she was one of few who did. He didn't understand why, but he wasn't complaining.