i've got a new low,

[lolverine]

WHO: Logan and his horrible child.
WHERE: The Bronx, near the Xavier Institute.
WHEN: Late Wednesday night, after this.
WARNINGS: Stabfest 2011
SUMMARY: Sometimes you just have to stupidly stalk someone whose GUTS YOU WANT TO REARRANGE
FORMAT: godmoding; in this thread everyone is a godmoder and no one can win

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[damnrunt]

Logan had left the Institute three hours past dark, heading south. It had taken him fifteen minutes to reach the place he was looking for: a hole-in-the-wall that favored an older, more taciturn clientele, with a bartender who didn't ask questions about who you were or why you were drinking

[lolverine]

"I know you did," Daken replied, stopping on the sidewalk. A split-second glance was all he'd needed to identify Logan: that ridiculous stature, the way he walked, everything about him was distinctive.

"Who told you? Selina? Laura?" It didn't matter; he had expected it. He started toward Logan, slowly, hands in his pockets.

[damnrunt]

Logan's face darkened at the mention of Laura; it may or may not have been too dim to see it. He stopped walking: partially to make Daken come to him, mostly to keep it as far away from the Institute as possible.

Figured that the day wouldn't end easy. "What do you want, boy?"

[lolverine]

"I want what anyone wants. A fair deal. A chance to be forgiven. To move past the mistakes instead of being defined by them." He was still walking slowly, speaking as sincerely as he could fake, knowing it wouldn't make a difference to his father.

"I'm sure you can relate. Your whole life has been mistakes, hasn't it?" There were gaps in Logan's life that he knew nothing about, but he knew enough to guess. "Things you just couldn't find the strength to avoid." A heartbeat's pause. "Or deal with. But that's okay. That's why we're here: second chances."

Close enough.

He pulled his hands from his pockets and forced his claws out. "Aren't you gonna give me a hug?"