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Chris wipes his eyes and smiles again, practically beaming at the other man next to him. "Honestly, if you're bored, I can give you anything, really. I can tell how bored you are, I am just not sure what of." His laughter hasn't really died off yet, but it simmered down to a quiet one. The smile is kind and not at all faked, like the other kind of had been.

Logan clenched his jaw and then began: "Well, sir, since I am not so stupid as to bring a complete stranger who was drinking in front of a bar into my house, I am bored. I am so bored that I could, in fact, probably just torture you in the most tedious ways possible and find that more enjoyable than this. I hate torturing people. Screams are so loud. But I am still so bored that I could kneel down right know and count every grain of anything on this concrete and find it so exhilarating that I might cry. Bit, wait..." He said, a look on his face that was meant for only mock thought, "you don't know anything about me, so..." He gasped. "You don't know how I act when I'm bored! Wow! So you can't be amused right now because you're laughing at your own ignorance!" Logan said, his voice so sarcastic and mocking that even a newborn could be getting what was going on right now. He rolled his eyes as his face went back to it's original scowl and he continued to walk.

Chris claps his hands and laughs again. "Ah, there we go! Just what I wanted to hear from you! Also the bottle you saw me have, was the only one I had. And it wasn't even half way gone before you so rudely made me drop such fine liquor." He starts humming a tune for a moment then speaks up again. "And I'm not the biggest fan of it either, mostly due to past experiences. Well that was a few hundred years ago, so maybe I could be reintroduced into it."

"Shut up," Logan groaned, covering his ears. "You're like a hungry child--only you're thirsting for attention," He whined, patting around in his jacket for something to save him. Surely He had some kind of ear plugs, maybe confiscated ear phones? He was growing desperate.

"Boredom is a thing I also know, I have been around since pretty much the Beginning. I grew bored of this place quickly. It seems to me it's all the same." His face grows serious at this and slightly sinister. "Don't think because you've lived a long time that you're something special." He growls, eyes flashing a bright blue.

(Sorry to cut this off here. It's nearly four in the morning where I am and I haven't slept for a while, so I must sign off until I wake up. See ya~)

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Logan let out a boisterous laugh. "Oh, you're funny," He said, then let his smile die down. "But uh, when you're born a werewolf and then turned into an assassin, you're kind of special. Oh, especially when your birth date is in the year 14--no commas or thousand places. Just tens and ones. Also, when you know enough fighting tactics to dismantle an entire dinosaur in a matter of minutes, come talk to me. I'll teach you how to use those tactics so that you don't hurt yourself--but wait, that'll never happen, because... Well, no one can be as good as the master that's been practicing for 14 billion years," Logan said, turning around on a dime and continuing over to a relatively rinky sink house, opening the door and going up the stairs.

Chris just shakes his head and continues on.
"Then apparently we're not that far apart in age, really. Honestly, I don't really remember things from that long ago, just that I know that I am a fighter, even if it dosen't seem like it. I kind of block out the bad things in my past and bring out the good, not that there was much 'good' in the first place," Chris looks at him, a questioning look in his eyes. "But it is tiring after so long, isn't it? I know I feel that way. I can't tell you how many times I wish it would just end. But. I am here until the end of time itself. The world may end, but I will still be here."

"Oh my god I love myself," Logan breathed, presenting a pair of bright orange ear plugs meant to block out gunshots and drummers from the werewolf's antics with schools--in short, blocking out the young kid.

"Quite full of yourself, aren't you." Chris snaps. He feels slightly awkward now, standing there while the other can't hear a word he is saying. But he knows that if he leaves, he admits defeat to this cocky Assassin. And he can't let that happen, now can he?

Logan smiled joyously as the silence reigned over his ears. There was, unbeknownst to him, an alarm blaring, but even if he could hear ir, he wouldn't care.

He searched around in the cupboards, his smile widening into a grin when he came across what he was looking for: a small white bag. He walked out of the house now, purposefully bumping into the kid not-so-softly.

He was irritated now, eyes flashing their bright blue once again and staying like that for a few seconds longer than the last time. And he didn't know why. But still, Chris followed him out the door, practically bouncing up beside the other man. In the darkness he can see the bright coloring of the ear plugs and he chuckles at the outrageous color.

Logan was way too immersed in his silent heaven to even notice the boy beside him, who was silently fuming. Frankly, Logan was too happy that he'd had exactly what he needed. It wasn't like he ever doubted himself, but the boy was so annoying that he wanted to commit suicide even though it was physically impossible.

He rounded a corner and threw the white bag at a window then ran quickly around the corner before it soon exploded.

Chris follows him and pulls out one of the ear plugs for a moment and says, a small hint of humor in his voice. "Do you just go around causing trouble? I mean I know you're an assassin and all but was that apart of your job? Impressive though."

Logan almost kicked him. "I'm not hired," He sneer/growled. "The assassin thing is like the werewolf thing--I was bitten. The only reason I'm not dead is because of the assassin part of me--aka, well, me." He ended, giving a not very explanatory explanation. "Now give me the earplug," He griped, reaching for it.

Chris shakes his head, holding the ear plug just out of reach from him and chuckling as he does so. He knows he is acting childish but it's the most fun he's had in ages. "Come get it..."

Logan grabbed the arm that wasn't holding the earbud, snapping it against his abdomen so that the boy's hand was touching his shoulder blade. He stretched it so that if he decided to, he could break his collarbone. He grabbed the ear bud from his temporarily stilled hand, shoving him back off of him when finishing. "Thanks." He said simply, putting it back in his pocket along with the other one. He wanted to see how many other ways this kid would invite him to bully him.

He is rubbing his arm as he walks next to him. "Well at least you didn't do any horrible damage this time. I'm afraid that it is still a tedious task to heal myself." Chris looks over at him through half lidded eyes. "Look as much as you'd wish I would leave, that's what is making me stay, you're irritated and bored and well..." He sighs, waving his hands, going silent.

"Yeah, that was in no way relevant to anything I or you said. Deducing is child's play, too, and all the more irritating. Should I want you around? So far all you've done is ask questions and stolen my stuff. I've made it very clear that I don't want you here, yet still I stay. You know, I could probably file a report on you for stalking," He said, and it wasn't an empty threat. He would March into the police station with this guy on his arm and file the report of the guy in front of the guy.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such petty threats. And I've stole nothing from you, you have your ear bud back, don't you? The only thing I think I have stolen from you is time for you to be doing nothing. Isn't that right? Anyways, you will need a name when 'turning me in'. It's Christopher, thank you kindly for asking."