These are just two guys, one human, one not strictly so. In Logan's world, defining who can't be trusted between the two species isn't actually easy; anyone has the capacity to be an asshole. The door bangs shut on its own behind him, eyes set on where the assailant is gaining back his bearings and dignity, black-red blood beading from his nose. Droll, he responds;
"Sure this is a good time?"
As if perceiving distraction, the up and riled xenian launches to close his hand on Bruce's shoulder, as if to spin him and deliver a punch to the face. Upon summarily bouncing off whatever skills get applied his way, Logan takes his chances with the guy who wants to talk to him about something, and finds a handful of the other guy's shirt. Momentum, generic strength, and an arm backed with the hardest substance known to man has the troublemaker launched in the direction of the dumpster a few feet that way, middle connecting with the edge and staggering back, winded but resilient.
A boot casually tips an ankle, sending him tripping off sideways. There's a wheezed complaint, expressing confusion that the mutant isn't helping him give this motherfucker a taste of the freakshow.
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"Sure this is a good time?"
As if perceiving distraction, the up and riled xenian launches to close his hand on Bruce's shoulder, as if to spin him and deliver a punch to the face. Upon summarily bouncing off whatever skills get applied his way, Logan takes his chances with the guy who wants to talk to him about something, and finds a handful of the other guy's shirt. Momentum, generic strength, and an arm backed with the hardest substance known to man has the troublemaker launched in the direction of the dumpster a few feet that way, middle connecting with the edge and staggering back, winded but resilient.
A boot casually tips an ankle, sending him tripping off sideways. There's a wheezed complaint, expressing confusion that the mutant isn't helping him give this motherfucker a taste of the freakshow.