[ Logan's definition of "go wild" is probably underwhelming. He raises his hand, flags a waitress, and orders two sets of burgers and fries -- and a beer for himself. Normal. He's not a fucking animal, not really.
But if the kid wants any drinks, he'll have to ask for it himself.
He folds his arms over the top of the table, his attention turning to Jackson for just a moment before he decides maybe that's too overwhelming for him, in turn.
So Logan leans back instead, hands slipping off the table and folding over his belly. It's not like he's made any effort to dispel the generally frightening aura he gives off, but he likes to think he's not that bad.
He's just not got a lot of patience, he thinks. ]
The claws come out between my knuckles. [ A shrug. ] You've seen the comics and things, right? The "snikt" sound's real.
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But if the kid wants any drinks, he'll have to ask for it himself.
He folds his arms over the top of the table, his attention turning to Jackson for just a moment before he decides maybe that's too overwhelming for him, in turn.
So Logan leans back instead, hands slipping off the table and folding over his belly. It's not like he's made any effort to dispel the generally frightening aura he gives off, but he likes to think he's not that bad.
He's just not got a lot of patience, he thinks. ]
The claws come out between my knuckles. [ A shrug. ] You've seen the comics and things, right? The "snikt" sound's real.