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WHO: Logan Howlett
WHERE: Here, there and everywhere!
WHEN: Jan 25th, afternoon
OPEN TO: All!
WARNINGS: Beware of antlers and moose droppings.
STATUS: Closed

Logan was pretty good at blending into most backgrounds. If no one bothered him, he wouldn't bother them; a fact that went on for the majority of his life. Then again, if anyone didn't know that, all they had to do was see the expression on his face. That usually conveyed things well enough.

But that particular day, there was something, or someone who felt the mutant needed to be more social. Give Logan a reason to be looked at, approached and drawn attention to. And every since that morning, he felt like he was on one of those gag shows.

He'd been cutting wood and after hearing some rustling coming from the shrubs behind him, Logan took a look at saw the antlered animal staring at him. Logan stopped, lowered the ax and raised an eyebrow.

"Got nothin' for you, bub." he called out, watching the animal move a few steps closer and linger. Logan shook his head. "Not kidding. You'll have better luck in the trees."

Nothing did, the moose wasn't planning on moving. So, Logan sighed, went about finishing his cutting while it circled around and continued to watch him cut the wood. Even after disappearing into the house, it still remained close by. When he thought it was gone, he put on his jacket and headed out again, this time to make the trek to the Inn to get something to eat.

Halfway down the road, Logan heard a snort and looked over his shoulder. "You're kidding me. People are in short supply round here. You want to get shot? Don't say I didn't warn ya."

And off the two went in the direction of town.

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Logan never afforded himself much of a chance to enjoy anything; the way his life was he saw it all as a curse. Although such guilty pleasures as the company of a woman, be it innocent, or not, was something he took when it was there.

It really didn't happen all that often. Especially when there was that potential for it to go into the not-so-innocent next step and the nightmares came for him.

That was far from happening and not much of a worry here and now.

"It all depends on what I'm looking at." he returned, not taking his eyes off her.

She wasn't opposed to being looked at and didn't shrink away under his gaze. From her peripheral, she could see that the moose had found his way to her basket, knocking it over and eating what she had managed to gather. It was a day wasted, at least in that regard. This so far had been worth the trip into the woods.

"How comforting for whomever you might be looking at." Her smile was fond, despite the fact that they hadn't really had time to speak before now. She had helped him after he arrived, but that wasn't exactly the best time for them to get to know one another.

They had nothing but time now.

"It means that your work will be left unfinished."

She was an interesting woman, for sure. Beautiful, bold and matching him playfully and it had been a long time since he'd met someone like that. Logan was definitely going to enjoy this for however long it went on for.

"I don't know, she hasn't said much about the fact that I've hardly taken my eyes off her."

He dared to lean in a bit closer, now more in her space than not.

"Well?"

He was quick witted and seemed to know how to play this sort of game, though far from the sort of men that she had known. There was a direct quality about him that she could appreciate and admire. It was far from what she was used to.

"Perhaps because she knows that men often look at the woman they are conversing with." She gave a cute grin.

She quirked her brow, bemused at his daring. Not bothering to pull back, she allowed him into her space, even meeting him half way by taking another step closer.

"After all this time and now I receive your attention? Is it because your new friend makes me look better by comparison?"

"Hm," Logan sounded, shaking his head slowly. "I could come back with asking if the moose got her attention on my behalf."

That was how it seemed to go, after all. Most hadn't really known he existed in the town before his walk into it with Bub following closely behind him. As amusing a notion as it was, it could have very well been the case here with her.

"She would tell you honestly, yes, yes he did." She gave him a small nudge with her shoulder. "It's rather hard not to notice you when you have such an imposing entourage." Adorably imposing.

"You spend so long being prickly and on your own, how should I know it is safe to approach you? Now that I see a moose lives if he attempts it, I know that I will escape unscathed for my efforts."

If the moose was going to finish off her basket full of berries, then he would have it made up to her. "We need somewhere warmer, if we intend to speak more. I have never experienced this level of cold before."

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Another huff of a laugh escaped and after a lingering moment Logan found himself reminding himself of who he was and, what generally happened before too long. So he gave an easy shrug at being called prickly again and leaned back a little.

This was only meant to be playful.

"You don't." Logan shrugged easily and stepped back. "I was headed to the wood pile to drop some off and then the inn for some coffee."

He turned and headed towards the pile.

"You can join me if you're okay with being seeing with a prickly guy and a moose."

She wasn't opposed to playful. The long, tedious days rarely allowed her for anything other than work. This was a life she wasn't prepared for, which left her more serious and determined. To finally be able to relax and enjoy herself was a relief. The winter had so far been cold and dark, as she imagined it would be in Westeros.

"How can I resist? It isn't every day that I am to be escorted by someone so handsome." Margaery smirked, turning to collect her now empty basket. "I suppose you will have to come too, as his handler."

Bub seemed to have taken the presence of her gathered berries as an invitation to nudge into her shoulder, searching for more.

"I certainly wouldn't wish to impose, as you seem to engaged by a more eager admirer."

For someone that rarely engaged in anything playful, this was more new to Logan than not. But even still, the woman was taking his mind off some of those more serious thoughts that seemed to be floating through his mind. Not a day had passed yet since arriving where he didn't think the worst when it came to his new surroundings.

Being called handsome might have even gotten an incredulous huff of amusement.

Logan looked towards the moose. "You're not invited."

Glancing back to Margaery, he gestured towards the inn in a silent 'after you.

He was at least in a good mood...as much as she could tell, given his usually gruff nature. Logan wasn't someone that she could imagine smiling very often or showing much interest in jokes. He was serious, perhaps even haunted, if she looked closely enough. There was a weight on his shoulders, something that kept him locked firmly in the past. She could understand it, even if it wasn't something she shared exactly.

She walked side by side with him, entering the inn first. Pulling up two chairs by the fire, she turned to look at him with a more thoughtful expression than before.

"I don't see you very often among the rest of the villagers." Do you prefer being alone? She silently asked.

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