As cramped and close quarter as a caravan town can be, it’s the kind of living he’s comfortable with. Just outside the steps of his own wagon he’s kept fire burning for days. Long enough that the embers are low and hot and perfect for cooking. The smell of coffee brewing is a welcome change from the sweet, greasy scents across the fair ground.
He’s parked himself on the step of his vardo and watches that high striker game. As people have come and go from it for days and he’s watched to see who succeeds and who fails. It feels a bit like working over a koan. More than actually solving it, he begins to suspect the act of thinking about it is what it means to impress upon like him.
“Give it a try,” he says encouragingly to the next person who wanders up to consider it.
drink, drink, ink - ota
Sweets have never really spoken to him. Beer on the other hand is a word he knows in just about every earthly language and a few unearthly ones too.
He’s still nursing a drink as he looks at the parlour walls decked out in flash sheets. He’s had his share of tattoos in his lifetime. Like most things in his life, they never last. For Logan, getting inked has proven little more than a parlour trick. A good way to impress someone long enough to get into their bed. The ink is always gone by morning and so is he.
Watching people come and go with their own personalized art he can’t help but think he’s never been decisive enough to know what he’d want if one were ever to stay put.
“How long did that take yuh?” he asks, nodding at another fresh tattoo.
wildcard - ota
[ooc: Still very much down for any of the Sept. prompts or a wildcard too! Get at me here if you prefer either of these
Logan | Marvel 616
As cramped and close quarter as a caravan town can be, it’s the kind of living he’s comfortable with. Just outside the steps of his own wagon he’s kept fire burning for days. Long enough that the embers are low and hot and perfect for cooking. The smell of coffee brewing is a welcome change from the sweet, greasy scents across the fair ground.
drink, drink, ink - otaHe’s parked himself on the step of his vardo and watches that high striker game. As people have come and go from it for days and he’s watched to see who succeeds and who fails. It feels a bit like working over a koan. More than actually solving it, he begins to suspect the act of thinking about it is what it means to impress upon like him.
“Give it a try,” he says encouragingly to the next person who wanders up to consider it.
Sweets have never really spoken to him. Beer on the other hand is a word he knows in just about every earthly language and a few unearthly ones too.
wildcard - otaHe’s still nursing a drink as he looks at the parlour walls decked out in flash sheets. He’s had his share of tattoos in his lifetime. Like most things in his life, they never last. For Logan, getting inked has proven little more than a parlour trick. A good way to impress someone long enough to get into their bed. The ink is always gone by morning and so is he.
Watching people come and go with their own personalized art he can’t help but think he’s never been decisive enough to know what he’d want if one were ever to stay put.
“How long did that take yuh?” he asks, nodding at another fresh tattoo.
[ooc: Still very much down for any of the Sept. prompts or a wildcard too! Get at me here if you prefer either of these