[ Rust's face relaxes just enough to allow something amused to come through, eyes narrowing and lips stretching into a modest smile that looks almost thoughtful. You know, despite what it seems, Rust is kind of always looking for someone to get him started. ]
Sorry, man... Just making sure we're still on the same page. [ Since you turned Rust's metaphor to freaking nightmare fuel, then managed to sound suggestive. Rust can't tell if he's being hit on or threatened. ]
And it's really not worth bitching about vapes. I'd be here all fuckin' night, and well, this is a bar, not a lecture hall.
[ Oh yeah, this is a bar setting now. Rust taps his cigarette into a plastic ash tray, shoulders hunched over elbows planted into the wood counter top. It's also a smoking-is-cool bar because heck it. ]
[Logan makes a noise in agreement. Or, it's likely agreement, but it's a monosyllable grunt that's made towards the bartop and not Rust's actual direction, so it's anyone's guess. Let's just hope the narrator made it sufficiently clear so there's no actual confusion.
Something in Logan's face goes distant at the mention of lecture halls. He squints across the bar.]
Thank fuck for that. Had enough kids crawling around my ankles lately.
[ It's difficult to determine whether or not this guy's speaking figuratively, or literally. Rust looks over at him with a discerning gaze, one brow arching up in the man's direction.
Rust pulls in another lungful of smoke. ] Unless you're telling me you're some kinda day care teacher, I'm gonna need to question you on the context of that. [ But please, make his day, if that's where this is going. ]
[Ah, but misery loves company. Especially a blue mutant prankster sort of company. Nightcrawler drops down agilely into the light, trying not to look amused.]
Perhaps dhe special mutant school next door vould be bettar?
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Just don't get me fuckin' started on vapes, brother.
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You sound like you're hopin' I'll get you started.
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Are we still talkin' about the same thing?
whispers don't
Even Logan's cigar looks unamused.]
I fucking hope so, bub.
/cheshire cat smile from the darkness
And it's really not worth bitching about vapes. I'd be here all fuckin' night, and well, this is a bar, not a lecture hall.
[ Oh yeah, this is a bar setting now. Rust taps his cigarette into a plastic ash tray, shoulders hunched over elbows planted into the wood counter top. It's also a smoking-is-cool bar because heck it. ]
who let either of us on the internet
Something in Logan's face goes distant at the mention of lecture halls. He squints across the bar.]
Thank fuck for that. Had enough kids crawling around my ankles lately.
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Rust pulls in another lungful of smoke. ] Unless you're telling me you're some kinda day care teacher, I'm gonna need to question you on the context of that. [ But please, make his day, if that's where this is going. ]
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Yeah. Somethin' like that. [There's teeth in that smile, cigar temporarily held away from his mouth.
It fades on its own in heartbeats, though, a shrug ending in one of his elbows on the bartop.]
Taking the weekend off, though.
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Looking for someting dhe Professor von't mind in dhe house?
[Yes, Kurt is poking fun at you Logan. It's what he does.]
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You mean those electric cigarettes that're blowing up in people's faces. Yeah, great idea, aren't they?
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Might just need to move out, at this rate.
gotta admit i assumed this was an avalanche with a new pb, but hello oc!
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i appreciate your bio summary so much
Felt like I was sucking on an empty tube.
I didn't even consider the similarities tbh
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Perhaps dhe special mutant school next door vould be bettar?
ah thank youuu~
How did you even get your hands on an e-cigarette? You didn't confiscate that off of one of the kids, did you?