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[speed_of_snark]

No idea. Heh.

Dead. Leave it, Logan.

[howlett]

Well. I know I don't got a right in the world give anyone any advice on dealing with him. But I can't give you some advice on dealing with me. Anything you tell him not to do. I promise you, he'll try to do it.

You know how he died? [Selective hearing.]

[speed_of_snark]

I can handle Akihiro.

And we're not talking about it, Logan. If you're so curious, you can read the report we filed.

[howlett]

Apparently. First name basis and everything, eh?

Fine. I will.

[speed_of_snark]

He's a member of my team. I call most of them by their first names.

Let's just get drunk already, this is stupid.

[howlett]

Is he? Last I heard he was still occupying a guest room.

You brought it up. [Grumble grumbles. Things are still a little bougie this far north of Hell's kitchen but he stops to take a look at the first establishment that doesn't look like they turn him out on a dress code violation.]
Here?

[speed_of_snark]

Non. He's staying.

Here. [Jean-Paul pushes the door open and glides in, head held high, like a swan paddling through a sewer.]

You want whiskey, you unbearably manly man?

[howlett]

Hn. Good. Keep him out trouble.

Yes. And matches. I'm out.
Wanna smoke? [He's never seen Jean-Paul smoke to his recollection, but nevertheless he offers the man one of three fresh cigars.] They ain't cheap ones.

[speed_of_snark]

I'll try.

...ouais, I do. be right back.

[He orders the most expensive whiskey they have available, gets matches, and returns with both.] Here.

[howlett]

[He sniffs that whiskey and looks pleasantly surprised by whatever scent he catches off it.] This ain't the cheap stuff either. Cheers.

[speed_of_snark]

I'm rich as hell, Logan. Only the best for us.

[howlett]

Ain't we all rich now?

Not that I don't appreciate yer sense of taste. [Wink]

[He clips a cigar and lights it up. Offering the others to Jean-Paul.]

[speed_of_snark]

But I'm REALLY rich.

[He takes one and leans in for Logan to light it for him, because that's just him.] Merci. So. Why are we starting fights?

[howlett]

Heh. Right. Well. You do wear it better than some of us.

[Logan strikes a match and obliges, but not without a long suffering look, because that's just him.]

Because. You only hang out in comfortable places you get complacent.
Krakoa's beautiful. But it's a bubble.

[speed_of_snark]

I wear most things better.

Mm, true. It's home, but you can't stay home all the time. Or even leave only for work.

[howlett]

Should we get a booth? We might need the room if your ego's joining us this evening.

But yer there. Which is... more'n I can say about your take on some other half-baked ideas about mutant nations. So. Whadda you think about it? Any of it.

[speed_of_snark]

And people think I'm the bitchy one.

[Jean-Paul shrugs.] It's not perfect. But they're going about it a lot more intelligently than they have in the past, in terms of sustainability and how to deal wit' the rest of the world. Like it or not, we live in a capitalist world. We were never going to pull this shit off if we didn't have the ability to not only be self sufficient but also have something to offer on a global scale.

I worry a little about kids growing up there. In theory it'll be great for them, but... Maybe I'm just old, Logan, but I worry that they'll either get not realise how dangerous humans can be, OR they'll go the other way and think they're all terrible. I suppose as the island's resident human-lover I could be accused of bias.

You don't trust any of it, I know.

[howlett]

[ He nods along with Jean-Paul's take. It's fair skepticism. Some of which he's heard from others. Some of which he hasn't. None of which he's surprised to be hearing from this particular source. ]

Hn.
That ain't true.

[speed_of_snark]

Oh, you've bought in, then?

Or are you just more mellow because everyone can finally stop pretending that we're not all fucking and we can live on Mutant Love Island?

[howlett]

I didn't say that either.

Heh.
It don't hurt.

[speed_of_snark]

You're infuriating.

Mmhmmm, don't think we didn't all notice the placement of your room, you ho.

[howlett]

Just a healthy skeptic.

You say that like I got to pick. Not that I got a lotta complaints.

[speed_of_snark]

Whatever, you SO picked. You're cute, Logan.

So. Tell me something fun you've done lately.

[howlett]

If I picked I wouldn't be on the goddamn moon.

Fun? This. This right here is the most fun I've had since we settled there. If you can call it settled.

[speed_of_snark]

Okay, okay.

[Jean-Paul rolls his eyes.] Chrisse, FINE. No wonder you need to hit someone.