where fast the Arctic nights set in

[perfectcameo]

Who: Logan, Laura Kinney, Njoki Rainmaker, and some other people probably. Not all at the same time.
What: Existing in Baedal once an obvious exit sign has since not been found.
Where: Various!
Warnings: Swearing, so we can get an Oscar.

Shaking the cage of people in his same predicament, turns out, isn't as engaging as he had hoped. He doesn't like the CiD, it fits wrong in his hand, he feels like he could shatter it if he draws tendon and bone tight in a fist, and its mechanisms feel too small for his fingers. But eventually, he sends off a text message, some delayed and somewhat grudging.

could use that beer

He misses traffic, too. Cars don't spook so easily and he can live out of a truck.

There is a time after dusk that he picks up a scent, and follows it all the way into the Spatters. He'd been looking for it before and despite the waning hour, because a little darkness never killed nobody, and he had to know.

The evenings he isn't working in the gambling dens, with cards and fists both, to make his way are spent in hibernation on uncomfortable mattresses with a roof over his head. Daylight holds as many bar interiors as the evening. It isn't like useless, purposeless roaming never suited him before.

It just chafes, this time around.

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[cerebral]

"Your concern is noted." It's said in the driest tone of voice he can manage. And without taking his eyes away, the bar returns to its usual hustle and bustle (with one very confused gentleman wondering how he managed to drop his drink). He wouldn't want anyone to think he has his guard down, after all.

But, after an extra beat or two, he does turn away to look at Erik. He knows that it's not anger the other man is feeling, can sense the upset and frustration, but he doesn't say anything. Instead he meets Erik's scowl with a fierce look of his own, eyes flicking to the exit and back. Let's leave, please?

He turns half-way to give a polite (if stiff), "Good day, Logan," before setting off. There's no need to forget manners, after all, even if they'll most likely be met with scorn.