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[judgedreadful]

 You said you wanted to talk?

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[sixthehardway]

Somethin’ like that. How ‘bout you take a seat?

[judgedreadful]

[ Carajo. He could think of only two reasons why Logan might want to "talk" to him, and neither of them were likely to earn him any points with the surly Canadian. Nas was determined not to be unnerved, however, and folded his long frame into the offered chair. ] Gracias.

Why don't you tell me what this is all about, then? I must admit, I was surprised to hear from you directly.

[sixthehardway]

[Without any real thought about trying to look intimidating, he did. Logan was always watching, judging, trying to figure people out. Which meant when he looked at you, he stared, he focused, like he was now. There was very little he didn't know about or figure out on his own.

Clearly Nas knew very little about Logan or he would know exactly why they were seated across from one another. He liked feeling like maybe he still had an advantage over the otherworldly beings in his life.]

N' I'll admit it ain't usually a good thing when I'm reachin' out directly. [He isn't exactly an extrovert.] N' I don't tend to get involved in other folks personal lives. [Logan took a slow drink from the bottle of beer sitting at the table.] Unless it's one o' my girls. Guess what this is all about is Anika.