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[danzan]

I can smell when you want me.

Don't need an outfit.

[ But he will admit: ] They make panties really soft. [ Which feels nice on an enhanced sense of touch, as it should. ]

[speed_of_snark]

Really? Is that annoying?

Then don't wear one.

I'd be into that. I'm into lots of things.

[danzan]

Hell no. You kidding me? You already smell good, so when you want to fuck it's

[ He doesn't know how to explain it in proper people terms without using terms like "rut" and "mammalian reproduction" and "my legs turn into jelly and I want you to spread them". ]

It's my favourite scent lately.

Are you gonna introduce me to these things as we go?

[speed_of_snark]

Ok well THAT'S pretty cool and now I'm carrying sprite and trying not to get turned on in thec grocery store

I'm saying whatever you like? I'll try. I want to spoil you.

[danzan]

[ He doesn't know what's cuter: the image of Jean-Paul in a grocery store, or the fact that he thinks Logan's worth spoiling.

Both, probably. ]

Think I told you before I'm as vanilla as they come.

[speed_of_snark]

I don't buy that. You've worn panties.

K paying now be there in a few

[danzan]

[ Logan knows better than to try and text back, so he asks Rogue to click around his rarely-used computer so the jellyfish documentary is on it (Logan is useless on his own). Then he relocates to his bed, sets the laptop on his bedside table, and-- his back against the headboard-- reads up what he can of his novel before Jean-Paul pops up out of nowhere, as he tends to.

He's not wearing the suit now, but he is wearing a nice, powder blue button-down. The grey Xavier's hoodie is piled onto that, unzipped, and he's wearing some decent cargo pants, so basically Logan hasn't changed anything.

Well. He might be wearing the striped socks Jubilee got him, but that's irrelevant. ]

[speed_of_snark]

[There's a quick flurry of knocks before the door opens. Jean-Paul enters, carrying a case of Sprite. He's in his full business attire - perfect Italian suit and his expensive shoes. He lounges artistically for a second, then bustles in and sets the case down.

He leans over and kisses Logan's forehead.]

Cute socks. So I don't mock your feet?

[danzan]

[ Logan's eyes shut when he's smooched, but he frowns at the greeting. ]

They're soft. [ Jean-Paul will swiftly learn softness is one of the only criteria he has for clothing. ]

Fresh from work, huh.

[speed_of_snark]

I'm sensing a theme.

[He straightens to kick off his shoes and peel his jacket off before joining Logan on the bed. He starts undoing his tie.]

Always. Chasing the capitalist dream.

[danzan]

Right. [ He laughs. ] My boyfriend the cog.

[ But he's going to give Jean-Paul a brief kiss 'hello' before marking his book, picking up the case of (still cold! Nice) Sprite, and nabbing the laptop to set on his thighs. ]

What do you know about jellyfish?

[speed_of_snark]

Head cog to you, mister.

Mmmm. [He curls up, head on Logan's shoulder.]

Uhhh... they sting?

[danzan]

[ A small laugh. ] Well... shit, you ain't wrong.

But there's one jellyfish that can theoretically live forever.

[ His arm loops around Jean-Paul's, and he hits "play" on the video. There's the typical montage of the deep blue sea, which is terrifying in its own right, but Logan doesn't dwell more on it than he should. ]

[speed_of_snark]

I'm a highly intelligent man.

[Snort. Giggle.] They call it the Jellylogan.

[He watches, but he also plays with Logan's shirt as he does.]

The deep sea ones are gross. Those eels or whatever that look like d'Alien? Blech.

i'm googling deep sea creatures now and regretting everything tbh

[danzan]

[ "Jellylogan" earns Jean-Paul a small pinch on the hand. ]

They're not supposed to look nice. [ He cracks open the first can of pop, taking a gulp of it before holding it out towards Jean-Paul in case he wants to share. ] Deep sea conditions're crazy. They look freaky to survive.

[ Another gulp of Sprite. ]

Look at goblin sharks

[speed_of_snark]

Sorry, professor.

[He takes a sip and passes it back.] I am aware of how evolution works. That makes them no less creepy.

THOSE ARE THE WORST ONES FUCK OFF

[danzan]

There're people ten times creepier than a deep sea jelly is.

[ One of them glows on screen, and Logan's lips curve into a smile just looking at it-- like a child, really. The narration tells of the species, of its way of life, and his thumb strokes the side of the Sprite can before he knocks back enough to have gotten two-thirds' of it gone. ]

If the ocean didn't scare me so much I'd want to dive.

aaahaahahaaaa!!

[speed_of_snark]

The jellies are fine, it's the fucked up ones wit' pointy teeth I don't like.

[It's impossible not to appreciate that smile. Jean-Paul watches, trying not to smile in response and mostly failing. His fingers play with Logan's buttons, popping them open one by one.]

It scares you? Why?

[danzan]

Drowning's the worst way to die. [ And given he's felt it all-- bomb explosions, exquisite tortures, gunshots, being burned alive, poison... it's a big thing, knowing which one's the worst. ]

Think I wouldn't mind bein' a jelly, though. [ They glow prettily even on the small laptop screen.

Logan notices his buttons being undone, but doesn't comment on it. ]

When're you ever gonna see colours like those except underwater?

[speed_of_snark]

I think space would be even worse. At least underwater there's a sense of... presence.

You'd be a great jelly. They're very zen.

[He just slips a hand right on inside his shirt to stroke his chest lightly.]

Nowhere, I'm guessing.

[danzan]

[ Ah. Like clockwork, the soft vibrations in Logan's throat start, a content sort of purring coming up as he finishes the last of his first can and cracks a second one open. ]

Nowhere's right. [ His voice is lower, softer. If Jean-Paul had a sensitive nose, he'd note how much sweeter Logan's scent was turning, too. ]

When I saw the moon landing in '69 a tiny part of me wanted to be a space man. [ He admits this with a slight sheepishness. ] Always loved SF books, so it was unreal seeing it happen.

But, shit. Think I'd be scared in space, too.

[speed_of_snark]

[He may not detect the scent change consciously, but he can hear the purring. Jean-Paul is learning to read all these small cues. He keeps petting, pleased.]

I think that's cool. People shouldn't be ashamed of their ambitions.

You know, people think you are not scared of anyt'ing.

[danzan]

I'm just good at bluffing. [ That, and people tend to need someone who isn't scared of anything. He's not fearless in the least, he doesn't think; he's just good at focusing on things other than the fear, remembering what he has to do, only focusing on what's important.

Logan's head drops a bit, cheek nuzzling gently against Jean-Paul's hair. ]

Think the kids feel better thinking they got someone fearless on their side, too.

[speed_of_snark]

Ouais, you are. Not as good as me, but pretty good.

[That gets him to move to kiss Logan's neck.]

Mmm. Ouais. Kids are dumb, but I'm glad - they deserve to feel safe.

[danzan]

[ The kiss is pleasant-- sweet without making any especially unbearable heat. The jellyfish on his screen consumes its prey and rapidly digests it, but all Logan feels is some vague approximation of "fluttery" and "nice". ]

Should teach me to bluff better.