So. The narration feels a bit guilty for not having posted certain people in for a while. So here's a post.
Kaylee has wandered in again, with a baby inna sling against her chest. She looks very cheerful about being here, and has thought up her usual treat of strawberries and cream to celebrate.
Florence is sitting at the bar, not even
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He walks inside, knowing where he is instantly and without much surprise.
His gaze goes straight to his occupied corner and his whole body tenses, not like it does for the Master. More like it does when he's agitated. Damnit. That smell will last.
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"Bet you didn't think you'd ever have somethin' in common with me."
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He lights the cigar, sticking it in his mouth and smiling ever so slightly. "Funny how that works."
Except it's not really funny at all.
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Well... she's blunt.
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"Yeah." There's no use denying it. He breathes in the cigar smoke. "But it won't happen."
And then he raises an eyebrow at her. "Do you?"
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Because she'd... honestly never given it any thought before. Come to think of it... she wouldn't be entirely opposed to the idea, she supposes, but wouldn't that make her one of those fags?
Interesting to think about.
The silence is probably very telling.
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So he just continues smoking on his cigar.
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That's really all she wants to say. Just... because.
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Logan shrugs.
"Don't really care either way."
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