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"I knew you'd tell it to me," Logan said, smiling cheekily and pulling out a list of paper with names in three separate columns with addresses. He looked at the first, reading the address. He looked confused. "You know where that is?" He asked, his now green & gold marbled eyes peering at him curiously.

They were, if we visit the past, just green. He was being forced to socialize, though, so naturally his wolf came out, the wolf being a very social animal, but he was still killing--leaving both putting in some effort to control the body they existed in. Cool, right?

Chris looks at the paper and sighs, shaking his head. "I can't say I do. I haven't been here in so long, haven't really done much since I got here about a day ago."
He's never seen eyes like that on a person or werewolf before, the only person he saw with eyes like that was an old friend of his from about 200 years ago, and he was a warlock who had a very flirtatious werewolf as a friend.

"Well you're a bucket of usefulness," He muttered sarcastically. "Phone?" He asked, beginning to walk around, looking for the address.

Chris shrugs. "Again, aiding to my usefulness, do I really look like the kind of person who would have a phone? Sorry buddy." He looks down sheepishly, a faint blush on his neck and cheeks. Because he can almost hear the response. 'What kind of teenager dosen't have a cell phone?'

"You're a poor excuse for a teenage sidekick, sir," Logan said, "But I'm also very good at finding things, so you needn't worry too terribly much," he said, his voice trailing off a bit.

"I'm stuck in the past. More precise, 200 years ago." Chris crosses his arms over his chest and sighs. "Modern technology is nice and all, but I just can't get my head around it half the time." He chuckles, shaking his head.

"Well I guess it's good that you can't wrap your head around technology because if you could then I'd be slightly worried," He said, his voice a bit high and his wis a little slow as he thought.

"I mean I could pick up on it if I simply tried, but I never really felt like it." He smiles nervously at him. "I mean, I just don't have the time. Well... I probably do and I just don't really want to do it."

Logan chuckled."You realize I was being a smart@ss, right?" He said. "I meant it literally," He further explained, then stopped at a small, nice little house.

Chris shakes his head. "It seems I didn't know." He looks up at the house then back to the other man with a questioning look.

"It's a job," Logan replied to his unverbalized question. He walked up the driveway, pulling out a baseball cap with some store logo on it, then knocked on the door, waiting.