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nathanielxcade:

He could hear the condescension in her tone as she said it and it earned an eye roll from him, not even bothering trying to hide it. He could care less what she thought. He turned the pad of paper over and didn’t need her looking over his shoulder to spy out that it was. “Oh please,” He scoffed, “If anyone is doing the heartbreaking it’s me.”

“Really?” Logan looked him over then folded her arms across her chest. “I DON’T really get that vibe from you, curly.”

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piercexthexwolf:

“I’m on my break. You’ll have to get the attention of another server. Unless this isn’t cafe related, then I might have a few minutes.”

“Congratulations on the break, I’m sure your mother is VERY PROUD of you right now,” Logan drawled. “Last time I checked, I didn’t have to WANT something when looking at someone or something.”

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nathanielxcade:

There were very few things that could capture his attention to the point he seemed oblivious to the world around him. One of those things was his new found career he was trying out this decade as a musician. Nathaniel found making set lists and writing music and lyrics was actually something he enjoyed to do. Who knew? He found himself enraptured into the notepad where he had things scribbled down, crossed out, rewritten and reworked. Even now he sang quietly to himself or so he thought. One didn’t survive two hundred and forty years as a vampire because of obliviousness. No, he sensed the staring gaze and hazel eyes looked up from the pad of paper to capture the other’s gaze. “Was there something you wanted?” His flat tone showing an edge of annoyance. “I am trying to work here.”

“From you? NOPE,” Logan popped the ‘p’ as she rested her elbow against the nearest surface. “I’d hardly call scribbling on a piece of paper work, but EACH TO THEIR OWN or whatever,” she then shrugged. Logan wasn’t a big music fan nor did she really appreciate the artistic side of life, and was one of those that would often call it a waste of time or a useless profession, so she didn’t quite understand why someone would even bother when they could be doing something more... PRODUCTIVE. “Let me guess, you’re writing about how someone broke your heart and you have no idea what to do with yourself now because of it.”

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lclianaiisms:

╰☆⊰;  This whole thing had started when Liliana had found a cat being stuck in a tree. Of course, she knew cats were able to get down from it by themselves again, but this particular one seemed to be stuck. So, in the end, the mermaid found herself trying to climb up into this tree, despite the fact that she had never been climbing before.

╰☆⊰;  Liliana had made almost all the way up when hearing something cracking. Not much, but enough to make her getting distracted and lose her balance.  “Fuck….” redhead fell, trying to roll so she would not get seriously injured, but it was still a whole lot of pain rushing through her body. “Ouch…..” finally she stopped, laying there for a moment until the pain would hopefully be gone again.

Logan had found herself watching the entire SHOW, unable to tear her eyes away from the awkward display of barely there reflexes that the redhead seemed to have. Honestly, WHY THE HELL did people get themselves into these situations? It was of no surprise to the hunter that the woman then plummeted to the ground, meeting the ground with a small THWACK. “That was stupid,” she simply said as she took a few steps closer. “Practising for the circus, huh?”

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margot: honestly i wasn't sure what to call them, all the other options seemed too appropriate

margot: i'll keep that in mind

margot: i don't have a leash btw :)

logan: why do i feel like you're saying i have a lot of them?

logan: well you suck

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ashlyn: Not that I would know. But I could make one

ashlyn: What are you going to hunt with it, though?

logan: you can make a leash? what kind of mary poppins shit are you into?

logan: like i said, something or someone under 6ft with black hair and blue eyes, often answers to 'fuck you'

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margot: i'm not done having fun with this yet

margot: do you just put a leash on your lovers and walk them around your bedroom? how does that work??

logan: 'lovers'? fuck, it's like i'm texting my grandmother

logan: dominance works wonders, what can i say

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sierra: well, that'll teach me to answer your texts

sierra: is that a thing people do? put people in leashes?

logan: now who's the one being rude

logan: i'm guessing you've never watched porn

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margot: what kind of kinky shit are you into??

logan: if i told you then i'd have to kill you

logan: back to my leash question, do you have one?

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sierra: i don't have a dog, sorry

sierra: why are you putting someone on a leash...

logan: thanks for nothing

logan: i wasn't aware that i needed a reason to do so

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logan: do you have a leash that i can borrow?

logan: it has to be big enough and strong enough to hold someone less than 6ft tall

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jaxscnmcnrce:

He couldn’t help but make a face when she brandished the bottle. “Gross! American beer tastes like piss water- and this is coming from the guy that had to actually drink piss water that one time we wound up stuck in Arctic Village for days,” he pointed out, a slight shudder ran through him at the memory. The Alaskan wilderness had not been their friend on that mission. Not really being to drink himself, he handed the shot to a passerby who repaid him by plopping a rainbow airburshed skating helmet on his noggin. “Everyone’s so chill, it’s almost adorable how defenseless they are,” he borderline gushed. Jax turned back to his sister at her question and said, “Last I checked Hunter was considering becoming a stripper or something, and Theo got left off his leash so who knows about that one.”

“I thought we decided to NEVER speak of that again?” Logan arched her brows at her brother. Their time spent in Alaska was not really something that the huntress was in a rush to remember, and having it referenced only made her insides CRINGE. When the helmet was dropped onto Jaxson’s head, Logan couldn’t help but snort. She had never pictured any of her family members to be able to pull off such an arrangement of colours -- that or she was just FAR TOO COMFORTABLE in the dark colours she had covered herself with her entire life -- so seeing her brother blend in was... quite the sight. “Yeah, well, we’re not exactly in a position to defend either, are we? Logan only had a pocket knife on her person as her guns were currently locked up, so it was safe to say the mechanic was feeling EXTREMELY naked without one strapped to her belt. “Stripper? Okay, I DON’T want to know anything about that. The less I know about my twin with no clothes on the better.”