Where the Wild Things Are

[pride_of_kiwi]

WHO: The Trans-Tasmanian Devils
WHAT:  A visit, a feeling, a foolish pride, a man with heels broken.
WHEN: July 14th, Late afternoon- early evening
WHERE: Room 403 Centralia Apartment Complex
RATING: R. Really.

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One we say, off we go

[brawldownunder]

The day started normally for Logan. He got up, wandered about the apartment, ate some toast smeared with Vegemite, wondered where Raivis had gone off to, found Peter and asked him about it, then returned back home where he plopped down on the couch.

It was also where he stared blankly at the a shoe box resting silently on the coffee table. It was a reminder of how much of a mess he's been lately. All because of one bloody sod who happened to be his best mate and perhaps wanted to be something more. And Logan didn't understand it but he couldn't ignore it and now he had a pair of heels that were both a gift and a promise.

He was actually lost in his thoughts when John came-a-poundin' and once the man was inside and face to face, Logan could only frown as a very uncharacteristic blush crept into his cheeks and he shoved the box into John's chest.

"Hope ya like 'em" he muttered before hobbling back onto the couch.

Two to get lucky and three to-

[pride_of_kiwi]

Footwear, much as John did sustain a genuine interest in it, was really secondary to the stupid git making an awkward shamble of a getaway. Logan had been frowning, by God, when a thrusting deposit of packaging had effectively intercepted one very dodgy attempt at a manly embrace and John wondered just what had gotten the great lug into such a melancholic state. Then had to wonder why he had to wonder because the answer was pretty much damn well everything.

Theoretically, he should have felt guilt. Some remorse. Maybe a twinge of regret rather than the snap of hope that sparked at his already massive reserve of enthusiasm. But he'd seen that hint of blood rush in those ruddy cheeks and Logan's chances for surviving this particular encounter intact dropped to roughly none because of it. Full to brimming with anticipation, John stood cradling the offering for as long as it took to blink before he determinedly plopped himself down on the protesting upholstery and tossed his arm about hunched broad shoulders. Nice and smooth. Casual to

if i fell in love with you, would you understand me dear, love is weird.

[brawldownunder]

Logan kept himself from jumping when John wrapped an arm around his shoulders. He was also able to repress a shudder when John stretched out his long leg in front of him, showing off the shoes Logan had bought him. But he could feel his self restraint slowly breaking and he knew he had to put some distance between himself and his...friend.

He jumped out of the couch, failing horrible at trying to stay casual, and scurried across the room to lean against the arm chair placed conveniently close to the balcony. And the balcony happened to be next to the fire escape which would prove to be great way of escape. An escape Logan might be in need of if things got too uncomfortable or hot.

"Got 'em at this store near work. It wasn't exy so it wasn't a problem..."he paused and cleared his throat as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Ya got the stilts or whatever doovalackey they're called so d-don't ya have a place to be?"

love is crazy, love cruel, love is all I have for you

[pride_of_kiwi]

Click. Click. Click, and there came the heels, as part of him knew they would. Dreaded. Expected. With the Kiwi towering in them, strolling across the apartment toward the balcony in what could have passed as simply a congenial interest in conversation with a bit of fresh air to anyone who couldn't pick up on the man's blatantly ulterior motives.

John chuckled when he stopped, strategically blockading Logan's optional escape route F with a bodily lean against the opened sliding glass door. "Nah," He offered at last, grinning out at the pea plants placed just on the verge of falling. "The lads 'sent me home' on account of some really brilliant fuckups at the studio. Got all the time in the world now! Least until tomorrow morning. Heh."

There was a thoughtful pause, during which Logan could see the man consider him in his peripheral view. "Are y'really that spooked by me, mate?"