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[9601]

[ His lighter sparks. No catch. ]

...dammit.

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[thecanarylives]

Y'know, it's a pity you don't know anyone who can produce fire at will.

[9601]

[ Logan shoots her a mild glare, lowering his cigar. ]

Used to.

[thecanarylives]

[ Like she's never seen that look before. She smirks, tugging a lighter from her pocket and flipping it on for him. ]

Shame he went full asshole, isn't it?

[9601]

[ Hey he has like. Forty different glares, alright. Not like he'll turn down a free light though. ]

Kid made his choice, no one made it for him.

[hannya]

[As if compelled by some deep seated habit, Majima flicks open his own lighter and offers it, his other palm guarding the flame.]

Hope you didn't pay too much for that one.

[9601]

[ A short grunt that sorta-kinda could be a "thanks" issues around that cigar, as he leans in toward the offered flame. Alright! ]

Nah.

[ He leans back to blow aside a mouthful of sweet smoke. ]

Just needs a refill.

[greyate]

Maybe it's a sign for you to stop.

[9601]

[ Have a rather insouciant shrug, Jean. ]

Maybe, if I believed that sort of thing.

[greyate]

Then what do you believe?

[9601]

I believe...

[ A couple of contemplative flicks of the wheel later, and: ]

I need a new lighter.

[greyate]

[ She smiles at that, ]

Nice dodge.

[9601]

[ She gets a sarcastic little salute, while he leans back in his chair. Behind him, the sun spills orange light across his office, throwing shadows in its wake. Autumn is here. ]

What can I do for you, Red?

[greyate]

I have something for you.

[ And she pulls a book out of her bag and hands it to him. An illustrated version of Bram Stoker's Dracula. ]

When I saw it, I knew I had to get it.

[notaboggie]

You know, those are bad for you, anyway. Perhaps it is time to quit?

[The look on his face says he knows you won't, Logan, and he's just teasing you, now.]

[9601]

[ Kurt gets a wry smirk. ]

Hasn't killed me yet. Any chance you got a light, elf?

[notaboggie]

Nein, my friend, I'm afraid not. I don't often have a need for lighters. Usually I just ask Rae or Jean if I need something set ablaze. I'm sure LeBeau will have a various assortment of them if you ask, gained through possibly-unsavory means.

[He gives a small laugh.]

[9601]

[ Now he's just amused. ]

Seems a little petty, even for the Cajun. I got another in my office.

[notaboggie]

[Kurt snorts in amused reply.]

Well, he does smoke almost as much as you do, and he doesn't have a healing factor to help him. Perhaps we should help absolve him of some of his..."petty" gains. You get your lighter, and maybe his lungs will last another year. Win-Win situation for everyone, ja?

[whisperno]

Those things'll kill you.

[9601]

They can try.

[ Hey, his piece of shit lighter finally gives up a weak flame! Good enough to light his stogie with, at least. ]

[whisperno]

Reckless. [Is he frowning under the mask? It's anyone's guess.]

It's your loss.

[9601]

Sure is.

[ If the smoke he exhales happens to be in Rorschach's direction, well, it's not intentional.

Maybe. ]

This your new shtick or something?

[brother_alone]

[Tosses over a pack of matches.]

I got you, bro.

[9601]

[ He catches them easily.

Once his cigar's lit, he'll toss 'em right back. ]

Appreciate it.

[brother_alone]

Sometimes, you just need a bit of Vice.

[9601]

Finally, someone around here gets it.

[brother_alone]

Your body, not my business what you do to it.

[He shrugs. Guy's built like a brick wall. If he wants to smoke a cigar ain't no way Josh is gonna stop him.]

Bad day or just unwinding?

[9601]

Amen to that.

[ Since this kid's decent and all, he'll actually answer, while he's wreathing himself in smoke: ]

Little of column A...

[brother_alone]

[He seems to be unbothered by the secondhand smoke. Makes no attempt to put more distance between them.]

I'm usually a 'drown my problems' kind of guy, personally. Unless the problems are man-eating monsters, in which case I"ll take whatever the fuck I can get.

[9601]

The Hell kinda place you from, kid?

[brother_alone]

Hey man, Canada's got more than snow and fires. I'm from Alberta, my family's got a lodge up on Blackwood mountain.

[He coughs then, but not from the smoke. His gaze drops to the ground.]

Had a lodge up there. It's blown to shit now, along with a shitload of pissed off wendigo spirits.

[9601]

[ Consider his attention well and truly snagged. ]

Really? Alberta's my old stomping grounds.

[ Look at that, they have something in common. Logan ashes his cigar before he points it at him. ]

What's that about wendigos?

[brother_alone]

Yeah?

[Color him pleasantly surprised. He doesn't meet too many folks form his neck of the woods around here.]

Born and raised just outside Calgary. My old man does work down in LA though, so I've been to the states a lot too.

The uh...the wendigo thing is a new development. Blackwood Mountain is apparently historically linked to 'em. My dad was super into all that Native folklore and stuff but to be honest? I still don't know much about what all happened aside from I just about got my head crushed by a body horror spider person who also wanted to eat people.

:)

[motherfuckerburn]

[ Hi, asshole. (It's easier if he tells himself he actually means that, internalized or no.)

This obnoxious shitbag is just going continue that annoying habit of flipping his zippo open and shut in rapid succession. ]

Shame, huh?

[internalflame]

It's one of those kind of days, huh? ( A shame she doesn't have anything on hand to help him with that. )

[9601]

You said it, Jeanie.