[ Truthfully? He forgot all about the temperature not bothering her. Is that better, just thinking she's like any other kid, or is it worse, forgetting who she is? What she is.
Logan waits for her on the driveway, patiently listening to the low rumble of the Harley. Hm. Might need a tune up when they get back... ]
[ unlike other girls her age, laura does not leave logan waiting while she rummages through her wardrobe for something to wear. the clothes on her back will be adequate enough for their outing, she thinks, her dress sense still that of her cousin megan's: gothic, a little rebellious, and all black, sans the golden βXβ logo sewn on the sleeve of her oversized leather jacket, β¦ which she may or may not have βborrowedβ from logan's closet when he wasn't looking. ]
[ arriving promptly, her boots slapping against the pavement then crunching on the gravel, laura meets logan on the driveway as planned, glancing first at the bike that looks a lot like the one cyclops owns before raising her eyes to his. ]
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[ how do I Dad things ]
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[ how do i daughter things. ]
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[ lord help them both ]
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Okay.
How?
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Dunno. You like movies?
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I think so. I liked Shane. And I have seen Pinocchio.
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[ my sad, awful childhood: a laura kinney storyβ’ ]
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[ Not two minutes later, after some googling: ]
They're playing A Fistful of Dollars downtown tonight. I'm getting us tickets.
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[ or will any of your other kids be tagging along? is what she's really asking here. ]
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Unless you want anyone else to come?
[ wow, how surprising it is to feel a surge of disappointment at that thought. ]
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[ because reasons. ]
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[ she wouldn't say no to trying out the non-takeout version of italian, though. ]
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[ hours ago. ]
You do not have to worry. I am far ahead of my peers.
[ it's not bragging, just a simple statement of truth. ]
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[ wait he should say something... ]
Nice job.
[ phew. ]
Can you meet me out front in a few minutes?
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Yes.
Do you want me to bring anything?
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Go ahead and grab a coat, it's still cool out.
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[ chilliness isn't really a problem for her, but, well, when logan speaks, laura listens. ]
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Logan waits for her on the driveway, patiently listening to the low rumble of the Harley. Hm. Might need a tune up when they get back... ]
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[ arriving promptly, her boots slapping against the pavement then crunching on the gravel, laura meets logan on the driveway as planned, glancing first at the bike that looks a lot like the one cyclops owns before raising her eyes to his. ]
Hi.