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[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.

[howlett]

Not sure what they think they need me for up there. Or maybe I do. In which case I'm not sure yet I want the job. [And of course that's the crux of crankiness. uncertainty.]

I'm really itchin' too.
It's... I'm not sure how different any of this is. I know everyone's amped up about it. But. You know what they got me doin' don't you?

[speed_of_snark]

I'd like to hear it from you, Logan. You'll tell me the truth.

[howlett]

The same thing they always have me doin'.
[He gestures to his glass until someone comes around to top them off.]

I ain't mad. I get it. What else are they gonna do with me? Put me out to pasture? It's just right there. Top of their rule book. So what does that make me? Krakoa's first state-sanctioned criminal?

[speed_of_snark]

I don't think of you that way.

[howlett]

Heh.
Tell it to the council the day they put me trial, I guess.

[speed_of_snark]

I won't let them do that.

[howlett]

Sure.

I coulda walked away.

[speed_of_snark]

[Jean-Paul slaps Logan, moving too fast to telegraph his intent before he does it.]

[howlett]

The fuck was that for?!

[speed_of_snark]

For doubting my integrity.

[howlett]

Yer integrity... [He grumbles.]

Listen, I got all the faith in the world that you'd give it a shot. All right?

[speed_of_snark]

Good.

Hey. Make out wit' me.

[howlett]

Don'tchu have a husband?

[speed_of_snark]

Yes, and we nailed Iceman last month. But more importantly, there's a guy giving us the eye and if we make out I think he might start some shit.

[howlett]

[His eyes light up at the prospect and he picks himself up to slide into Jean-Paul's side of the table.]

Good eye. But shove over. I'm not leaning across the table like some Rockwell malt shop moment.

[speed_of_snark]

[SNORT. But he shoves over and welcomes Logan into his arms easily.]

[howlett]

[Stretching his arm along the back of their chairs, he makes a show of getting comfortable, but he'll enjoy this personally as much as it's just some kind of put on.]

Mm. What'd they feed you at that spa? You taste like.. jasmine tea. Or kombucha.

[speed_of_snark]

Kombucha, ouais. [Said with a smirk before he pulls Logan in to tongue him lazily. He can hear the aggressive scrape of a chair, the sound of approaching boots.]