|
|
Post by logan on May 22, 2012 17:47:53 GMT -5
Winter was always cold in the Hollow, and it wasn't that pathetic kind of cold where snow fell on the ground for the first time and drivers everywhere started to panic, either. Well... okay, that did happen, because drivers always panicked when there was snow on the ground for the first time in a few months, even when it was a tiny amount. Still, what he really meant when he said cold was that it was really fucking cold, and as a guy who was from pretty far up in Northern Alberta and had lived in the Hollow for a number of years, he knew just what he was talking about when he said that it was cold. Okay, maybe someone in the Yukon or Alaska or something could give him a run for his money, but he knew exactly what cold was like. However, early December wasn't actually that cold, not for someone like Logan who had been one of those punk teenagers refusing to bundle up... and who was now a punk adult thinking that jackets were still stupid and for the weak. It was in this way that he ended up in jeans, a hoodie, and regular sneakers even though he was walking and it was definitely at least negative seven out. Hey, if he was still alive by the time he got there, he'd consider that a victory.
Maybe fortunately for Logan, the walk was short and so by the time he got there, most of his toes were still intact and he was pretty sure that he hadn't gotten hypothermia or something. Still, he was pretty cold, and this probably contributed to his impatience as he stood there knocking on the door. "Yo, Nala, open up!" he called, maybe a little obnoxiously, but none of the neighbours poked their heads out to yell at him or anything, so he figured this would do. Logan wasn't a total asshole, though -- yelling all the time in other people's neighbourhoods was just not cool. Maybe he'd do it once in a while, but he was kind of around Nala's place pretty often, and he didn't really want people here to hate him or anything. Logan had no idea if people could be barred from actual neighbourhoods, but he didn't really want to take that risk. "Seriously, are you doing this on purpose, 'cause it's fucking freezing out -- oh, yo," he greeted when she opened the door, reverting back to more or less laidback Logan like nothing had happened.
|
|
|
|
Post by nala on May 23, 2012 9:57:51 GMT -5
She had heard the knocking, honestly, but she was in the middle of making them food -- a glance at the clock afforded her no real knowledge of whether to call this breakfast, lunch, or even brunch -- and if she left it it probably would have burnt. Nala wasn't a fantastic cook, not by far, but she was probably better than Logan. Well, maybe. Probably. Even though he was the Academy's new home ec staff, Nala sincerely wondered whether or not Logan could handle anything that didn't have to do with pancakes. Meanwhile, their meal consisted of omelets and taquitos -- nothing too jaw-dropping in terms of culinary skill, but a point that Nala realized they had in common was that really, they were both simple people. Logan was just...a little bit more obnoxious. Still, it was surprising when she had walked into the first staff meeting before the last academic school year had begun and found Logan meandering around, looking a little awkward and out of place. They were in the same years, more or less, when they were at the Academy, and had been really good friends, surprisingly -- it was always the weird and obnoxious ones that wormed their way into her graces, seriously -- but once Nala had graduated and moved on, they sort of fell out of touch. Rekindling the friendship was fun -- Logan was a riot, still, and there was something reassuring that he hadn't changed all that much.
Right now, though, she sort of wished he had learned a little bit of decorum. She lived in relatively classy area, for goodness sake, you can't just yell in the middle of the hallway! She called out to him to just hang on a second, and quickly dished up the food in her pan onto a plate. The taquitos still had a few minutes to go in the oven, so taking the opportunity, she finally wandered over to her front door and pulled it open, revealing a Logan dressed like it was spring when it was General Winter's personal jaccuzzi outside. "You wouldn't be freezing if you had just dressed for the weather, jeez. I don't know if I can afford the heat to defrost you,"
[/color] Nala lightly chided as she stepped aside and let him in. She didn't really mean it -- he could find his own way to defrost, thanks. "Have you eaten? I made omelets."[/color] She wasn't going to offer to make pancakes, though. She had conveniently run out of pancake mix the day before.[/justify][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by logan on May 27, 2012 0:55:28 GMT -5
Dressing for the weather was something totally unheard of for Logan. Hey, bundling up was for the like, unmanly men or something, and Logan was no buff dude (mostly because hitting the gym would be stupid and annoying, and he was seriously too lazy for that shit) but he was no weakling, thank you, he was going to brave this on his own. Okay, plus last year's winter jacket had been dumped somewhere in his closet and he had no idea where it was and he really couldn't be bothered to find it until there was a very strong possibility of his getting hypothermia. It wasn't that time of year yet, nope, so he would be just fine on his own. "Yeah, yeah," he said, rolling his eyes at her now that she'd finally opened the door. "I'm not putting on like, ten sweaters to go take a walk for a few minutes." He entered without a real greeting otherwise, basically inviting himself in, but hey, it wasn't like she wasn't used to it. He was pretty sure he'd snuck into her dorm enough times, too, when they'd been in school together... which may or may not have led to some rumours about them... which he may or may not have encouraged because the notion was kind of ridiculous and watching people talk shit like they knew was hilarious. He guessed at this point that he was just lucky Nala had always been the type to take things in her stride.
He made a beeline for the kitchen as soon as he'd stepped in, partly because he smelled food and food was so very, very glorious... but also partly because he really was fucking freezing, and the stove was usually a source of heat. Luckily for him, though, her apartment was actually just warmer than the hallway in general. "Nope, just woke up," he answered as he went, making himself comfortable in a seat when he got there. He probably shouldn't poke around or anything when she was cooking... though, being a Home Ec teacher, he was actually okay at this kind of thing, thanks. Well, he was no Food Channel star or anything, but he knew his way around. "What time is it, anyway?" He probably could have checked before leaving home, but actually he'd just rolled out of bed, gotten ready, and come here... They were both lucky he'd even remembered their plans for today. (Bumming around at a friend's apartment counted as a plan in Logan's book.) "Do I smell something else in the oven?" he asked, trying to see inside it, but from where he was sitting that was kind of difficult, and he kind of didn't want to do a backflip off the chair and give himself a concussion.
|
|
|
|
Post by nala on Jun 7, 2012 15:50:20 GMT -5
"It's...one in the afternoon."
[/color] All right, so definitely not breakfast, then. Then again, Nala was pretty fond of having breakfast at any time throughout the day because breakfast was delicious, but it was a little embarrassing to admit to eating breakfast when it was already one in the afternoon. She'd have to curse her bad habit of sleeping late later, when she didn't have plates of food in her hands and a hungry Logan. At least she assumed he was hungry. Logan was always hungry, or that's how it seemed. "And I'm not telling you to put on ten layers, I'm just telling you to get a decent jacket. We're in frickin' Canada, this isn't the Bahamas or something."[/color] Nala continued to reprimand, even though she knew it was just going in one ear and out the other. For one, Logan seemed too interested in what was going on in her oven to really care about dressing correctly. Two, Logan never listened to anyone, just himself. Three, if she was being honest, she wouldn't listen to someone else, either. She was just reprimanding for the sake of reprimanding at this point. "Yeah, mini taquitos. I didn't make them myself, so don't get too excited."[/color] Nala joked. She could have, really, but she was pretty sure she just wouldn't have a kitchen to stand in at this moment in time if that was the case. Again, she was a decent cook, but she couldn't perform miracles. She placed the omelets onto the table and handed Logan a fork, sitting down across from him to start eating as they waited for the oven to ding. She figured that, in some strange world, it would be okay to have omelets and taquitos for lunch/breakfast. She supposed it wasn't that day. "What do you want to do today?"[/color] Truthfully, Nala had plans to just lay around and do a fat lot of nothing, simply watching TV or something, but that was what she did yesterday, and not to mention Logan had come over in the afternoon and that was still what they did. She supposed it was a good thing, really, to be able to see each other so often and never actually get tired of each other -- she could hardly say this about anyone else that she was friends with, so that was how she sort of knew that Logan was probably an important person in her life. And it had always been this way, too, even back when they were at the Academy together as students. They were spotted together so often that she was positive most of the student body thought they were together, which was pretty laughable, honestly, but it was fun to play along, at least. Even though they fell out of touch after school, to fall into the same comfortable friendship was kind of a blessing in disguise -- it was hard finding people about the same age.[/justify][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by logan on Jun 10, 2012 0:08:21 GMT -5
Okay, well... sometimes Logan had breakfast later than this, actually, so that was okay. Despite being a Home Ec teacher -- which meant that one of the things he did have to encourage was healthy eating and shit like that -- his whole schedule was pretty messed up, and that obviously included meals. "Oh. Early enough," he said, shrugging, but he was kidding. That was probably pretty late. Usually even when he missed breakfast he got to eat during first period -- that was kind of the beautiful thing about teaching a class like his. "Hey, I'm not dying or something. Remind me not to complain around here anymore," he said. He rolled his eyes, but honestly... he didn't mind that much. He was kind of used to it, and Nala was marginally less annoying than most people. He could definitely tolerate this... Plus, she'd made him food!
"Yo, taquitos?! Couldn't care less if you made them or not," he said, leaning over more so that he could see inside the oven, though it wasn't like there was much to see. Still... they definitely smelled fucking awesome. "Uh, no offence. Yours are probably better or something." That was a pretty half-assed attempt, but she... probably wouldn't mind. Logan would never say no to food, though, and hey, he couldn't explain this whole phenomenon of why something always tasted better when it was made by someone he liked. Nala counted. She was pretty badass. "Uh..." He didn't really answer right away as he started on the omelets -- then again, he didn't have much of an answer anyway. "Dunno. Video games or something?" He didn't really have particular ideas, but they usually didn't when they were just hanging out. "Oh! Isn't that new store opening today...? That game store. We should go check that shit out." He didn't remember the name, but he'd heard about it... somewhere from... someone, and apparently it was a pretty big deal. If Nala had heard of it, she was probably organized enough to actually know what the hell it was, unlike himself. He was about to ask, but then the oven dinged, and Logan was seriously kind of like a... puppy or a five-year-old or something, and he turned almost a little overexcitedly. "Food?"
(ahhhh sorry i know this was kind of awful, idk where my logan muse is lately.  )
|
|
|
|
Post by nala on Jun 14, 2012 15:25:16 GMT -5
When the bell on her oven dinged to signify that the taquitos were done, Nala swore she saw Logan turn into a dog, ears flipped up, tongue out and tail wagging and everything. She didn't want to admit that it was actually kind of cute, but she was sure it was just a byproduct of the fact that they were both facing hunger and Logan was, sad to say, one of her best friends, now that they both were here at the Hollow for good. There had been a sad, little Logan-shaped hole in her heart when they had said their partings all those years ago, after all. Uh...except far less serious than that because honestly, feeding Logan was like, half her damn salary at this point. "Please, telling you not to complain is a moot point. The moment I remind you not to complain, you'd just complain about not being allowed to complain," Nala retorted, grabbing her oven mitt and tugging it on her hand. She opened the oven door slowly, cringing a little as her face was blasted with a veritable heat wave of 325 degrees, but reached in nonetheless and carefully took the tray of mini taquitos out. She considered the idea of going to that new game store opening up at the shopping center -- she'd heard a little about it when she was browsing the game store she usually went to, something about it specializing in imports and hard-to-find games, or at least that's what she heard. She didn't know if it was true or not, but she figured it couldn't hurt just to go look. And hey, if anything, they could get cupcakes out of the journey.
"And sure, that sounds good. But wait,"
[/color] Nala paused in her activity of dishing up the mini taquitos with a spatula and putting them on a plate. She waved the spatula around a little in questioning. "Does this mean I have to change? I'm totally comfortable right now."[/color] True enough, she was still dressed in her pajamas, on account of keeping a weird sleep schedule herself now that school was out. She supposed she could feel bad about it, but nah...not really. She finished scooping up the taquitos and put them on the late, leaving the tray and spatula behind as she sat back down across from Logan, but not before nudging him lightly, letting the chair fall back down to sit properly on the floor. The last thing she needed with breakfast was a side of Logan with a concussion. (Even though that had the potential to be hilarious...no, no, thou shalt not hurt idiot best friends -- that was how the saying went, right?) "Either way, I heard it's a specialty shop. Like, mostly dealing with imports straight from overseas and old classics upgraded for newer consoles, like Pokemon Blue and Red for the 3DS and stuff."[/color] She recalled the conversation she overheard, staring to cut up her omelet, and hoped that they were right -- she didn't really need the import service, as (being honest here) most quality games came from Japan and she sure as hell couldn't understand Japanese, but upgraded old classics? Yes please.[/justify][/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by logan on Jun 22, 2012 23:22:07 GMT -5
Logan, seriously, was kind of amazed sometimes that some people could put up with him, let alone people like Nala. This wasn't because Nala was just some chick who simply lacked patience and good grace or anything like that, but actually, the opposite -- he was pretty sure that when people who knew them separately discovered they were friends it was weird for them to hear too, because the two were seriously just pretty different, and that was putting it mildly. Logan was rude and obnoxious and lazy and all over the place, and Nala was... hell, classy or something, whatever the fuck "class" was. Then again, it was one PM and she was unwilling to change out of her pyjamas... She was quite possibly just as bad as he was on the whole laziness front, at least in this particular moment. "Yeah, yeah, look at you being smart." It was his way of saying that he didn't have a better response and that she had won this round, but seriously, who was keeping track anymore. If he had been, it would have probably been something like Logan: 0, Nala: 817, and that was just... very depressing.
He looked her up and down (with perfectly innocent intentions, thanks) and then shrugged. "You can wear whatever you want." It wasn't like Logan hadn't left the house with pyjamas before, though admittedly okay, he'd never actually gone to the store or anything like that... let alone the grand opening of some big fancy shop. Still, he probably wouldn't be opposed to it, especially not now when it was the fucking holidays and it wasn't like anybody was going to be breathing down his neck about teachers' dress code or something stupid like that. He would have them know that, contrary to many of his fellow teachers' beliefs, hoodies were comfortable, practical, and uh, ballin'. Okay, he probably wouldn't be able to say that last part. "Seriously, wear your pyjamas, I don't care. Other people might. Apparently it's weird." He didn't really get that whole deal, but his own students showed up in pyjamas sometimes... Okay, admittedly just one did on any kind of regular basis, but hey. "Though dude, what. I would own you in old games," he said, excited about both the video games and the food as he stole a taquito without invitation and bit into it. "Hot hot hot hot!" Well, damn it all if he ever remembered not to eat things that had just come out of an oven. "Fuck." That was definitely not the way to go about bragging about beating people in anything. "Though I'd still own you. Unless you kill me with hot taquitos," he said as if this were somehow her fault.
|
|
|
|
Post by nala on Jun 25, 2012 19:46:53 GMT -5
Nala's entire existence more or less could be summed up by the people with whom she was friends with. After all, who you surrounded yourself with tended to reflect yourself in the people around you. So for that reason, Nala wasn't entirely sure what the hell being best friends with Logan said about her. For what it was worth, Nala didn't really care what it meant, and she sure as hell didn't need to hear other people's opinions about it, but just sometimes, she wondered what it looked like if they were caught in public together. "It's not being smart, Logan, it's just having some common sense and logic."
[/color] Nala waved her fork at him, then sticking a piece of her omelet onto her fork and dipping it into her small pool of ketchup on her plate. "But hey, if it makes you feel any better, I can concede a point to you since there were an awful lot of words in that one sentence."[/color] Nala grinned at Logan, obviously teasing and not really feeling bad about it. He knew that she was kidding, and he was one of the few people that would accept it anyway. Not lying down, but enough. He might give her the side-eye, though, but she was used to that, too. She ate her food, nodding along when Logan told her she could wear anything she wanted. It was a free country, after all, and she just really didn't feel like having to go through all the trouble of picking out some clothing from her closet. She had a lot of clothes, it could take a while. "I wonder why it's considered weird? It's not like I'm wearing some nightie and being inappropriate."[/color] And not to mention it was way too cold for that kind of shit anyway. "All right, fine. I'm just going with pajamas. And don't even try that, you know I would own you at Tetris Attack."[/color] Nala snagged a taquito and rolled her eyes when Logan bit into it and burned himself on it. "Savage."[/color] She chided. "At least wait until it cools or something, they just came out of the oven. And it's more like you're trying to kill yourself on hot taquitos, leave me out of this."[/color] She wasn't going to go down on some wack-ass attempted murder by hot taquitos charge.[/justify][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by logan on Jun 26, 2012 16:22:01 GMT -5
"Common sense and logic are overrated," he said bluntly. They pretty much were, too. What use did Logan have for things like that? He was a Home Ec teacher and, otherwise, just generally a waste of space, and seriously, he was okay with that. Okay, well... other people probably hated him and thought he was completely stupid, but hey, this was the kind of thing that Logan had learnt to take in stride, too. Admittedly, things like common sense would be beneficial when he was doing something stupid that he could potentially get in trouble and/or arrested for, but that was what he had friends like Nala for! What was the point of common sense if he had her around to make sure he didn't do something stupid? "Too long, didn't listen," he said, blinking at her. "Next time use... shorter words or something." Truthfully he'd understand what was going on if he tried, but Logan had an incredibly short attention span.
Pyjama pants were pretty comfortable and warm, so it didn't really make sense to Logan why that kind of thing was weird. If anything, skinny jeans and shit were worse, but Logan didn't bother trying to understand anyway. At least he'd gotten dressed this morning, and all he'd really done was come over here. This whole game store opening thing was just a random idea, not exactly planned. "Says the chick too lazy to get dressed," he said, ignoring the total hypocrisy of the statement. Logan did what he wanted! Nala was supposed to be... like, a respectable person or something. "And I'll crush you." His tongue still kind of stung from the heat -- actual temperature heat of course, not spice heat -- of the taquito, though, so he probably shouldn't be smack talking anyone at that particular moment. He got up and grabbed himself a glass of water, chugging down half of it before returning to the table. "Whatever, just handicapping myself to even give you a chance later." Except that was a lie, and ow. He eyed what remained of his food warily before biting into it again -- it was better this time. "But you'll still lose. Hands down." This was a matter of utmost importance.
|
|
|
|
Post by nala on Jul 19, 2012 10:08:30 GMT -5
"Okay, you need to check yourself before you dumb yourself into a situation you can't handle," Nala joked, raising an eyebrow at her friend. There was very little guarantee that Logan would be able to understand that, either, but Nala would certainly have to try. Logan was a dear friend, is a dear friend at that, but sometimes his generic attitude could only make Nala shake her head and sigh. "How did you even pass high school?"
[/color] she asked, although she knew what the answer was, partially, at least. Lots of cramming. Lots of half-assing. Nala's old notes from the classes they had in common. Teacher's leniency. Nala's old homework. Well, maybe not all of that, but she wouldn't be surprised if she was accurate in her assessment of Logan's academic ability. This pretty much just made her happy that she liked him for other reasons. "The way I see it is, we're on vacation! We can totally do whatever we want and I don't have to expect to see any of my students so they won't judge me for my lack of getting dressed. And it's not like I'm going outside completely inappropriate, I'd throw on a hoodie or something, jeez."[/color] Truthfully, this was kind of rare for her, as she didn't really like being seen in public all haggard, but she had checked her hair and ti looked fine, she didn't smell, and it was her vacation and she could do what she wanted, thanks. She was taking a page out of Logan's book for once. "And don't be such a baby. How are you a home ec teacher and you can't handle eating warmer than normal food?"[/color] Nala stuck her tongue out at him, an image of total class, and bit down onto a taquito to make her point. They had cooled some, though, from their time being out of the oven, so she wasn't sure what point she was making, exactly, but she knew that there was one, somewhere in there.[/justify][/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by logan on Jul 20, 2012 15:04:59 GMT -5
Logan was pretty sure that there were very few situations he couldn't handle at this point, and it wasn't because he was overly-prepared or anything... He just had way too much experience with random bullshit situations. Luckily, he had yet to end up being held in the police department overnight or anything. His parents would have probably killed him and buried him in the front yard with a tombstone and everything to set an example for his brother. "That's not likely to happen," he told her with a roll of the eyes, but he grinned. "High school's soft." Okay, he hadn't gotten any straight-up ballin' grades or anything, but if Logan managed to pass just by half-assing almost everything he did, that shit was just way too boring and easy and... stupid. "You'll be happy to know I even managed to pass college, without your help." Now some of that shit had been difficult, but he never wanted anything close to a repeat of his third year. That had been too much effort for a lifetime, trying to get back up to speed to avoid having to flunk out and lose a shit ton of money for nothing.
"Wearing your pyjamas out in public? Oh yeah, go wild." It was sarcastic and Logan gave her a totally judgmental look, but for real, it was actually good that one of them kept things classy...ish. It was hard for anyone to look classy while actually willingly being friends with him, for real. They were very different people. "It's not exactly like you look totally inappropriate now or something," he pointed out a little more seriously (just a little), but really he didn't see a problem with this plan at all. To be fair, he was lazy and not a very good judge of what it was appropriate to do in public in the first place. "Well, the kids make a lot of food! It usually cools down by the time I'm done." Plus, Logan couldn't lie, he didn't always eat it all. Food was good, but there were only so many blueberry muffins he could eat before he started wanting to throw it all back up, and the man could eat a lot. The kids got to eat what they made too obviously... except if they wanted pancakes on Pancake Tuesday, they had to make their damn own. That day was all shamelessly his. "Shut up, I don't think that's exactly an accomplishment." It was in a grumpy tone, but he pretty much couldn't be grumpy when there was food around... oh, and a pretty badass friend. That was a bonus too.
|
|
|
|
Post by nala on Aug 14, 2012 12:02:11 GMT -5
For all the bantering and for all the silly arguments they got into, and for all the times that Logan just seemed like a straight up space case, Nala knew he was smarter than he let on. And really, he probably had it in him to be really smart and super academic, but the truth o fit was that his drive to do absolutely nothing was astounding. If he put half as much energy he devoted to slacking off into his academics, she was pretty sure he'd be a cut above the rest. But then, she didn't know if that Logan would be a Logan that she would like. It was hard to say, but all in all, she supposed she was happy that Logan was who he was and never pretended or tried to be anything he wasn't. Nala could handle Logan's colorful personality, but she wasn't exactly sure she could handle it with a side of academic competition. "Well, dang. Maybe you actually learned something in college besides how to create the perfect sake bomb," Nala joked, tossing a taquito at his plate. Perfect aim. She wasn't trying to aim at him or anything, nope.
Nala sighed. She supposed that maybe it would look better if she actually got dressed, even if it was a pair of jeans and a hoodie. ...if none of her hoodies were in the wash. Sinec being on vacation, all her dressier clothing had remained blissfully untouched and all of her jeans and hoodies had finally come up for air, practically living in them when all she really did was sleep and play video games, and so she combed through her wardrobe in her mind, searching for one she hadn't spilled ketchup on or something totally inane. "Yeah, but I always feel like I have to look presentable here. It's a small town, everyone knows me at That History Teacher."
[/color] Now, she wasn't sure just what that entailed -- was that a good thing? a bad thing? just a thing? -- but it definitely made her notoriety go up, for sure. Not to mention she would be walking around with Logan and it'd be like a modern retelling of The Odd Couple. At least they weren't a couple and she didn't have to add the unspoken sin of 'office romance' to the list of her publicized traits. She giggled when Logan defended himself, though. "Awww, you call them 'the kids'. That is adorable. A little disturbing coming from you, but really adorable at the same time."[/color] She popped the remainder of a taquito into her mouth, chewing as she wiped her hands off on a napkin, the tray of mini-taquitos almost gone and her own omelet halfway done, briefly reminding herself that like Logan, she had a pretty decent appetite, too.[/justify][/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by logan on Aug 16, 2012 21:33:18 GMT -5
Honestly, Logan just thought that most people who liked to think they were intelligent were seriously just some straight-up snobs and assholes. He knew that this wasn't some kind of guarantee or anything life -- Nala was smart and she was a badass, thanks -- but for the most part he found that it was true. Then again, that was mostly because people who thought they were smart liked to brag about it and shit, and then they got to thinking they were special or something and no, alright, Logan was really not in the mood for bullshit like that. All things considered, he was pretty okay with people just thinking he was a dumbass. "Dude... I majored in Home Ec, so... wouldn't give it that much credit." He reached out for the taquito when it landed on his plate and shoved the entire thing into his mouth. They were way cooler now than before. This was good -- he wouldn't burn his mouth again, that shit was painful.
Maple Hollow wasn't that small, so he didn't think that everyone actually knew her (or him, for that matter). Still, it was definitely small enough that heading outside, everyone ran risk of running into someone they knew. Especially at the opening of a goddamn video game store, Logan was pretty sure there were bound to be a couple of teenagers running around the place. "Yeah, but like you said, it's vacation. I'm pretty sure there's worse shit you can do than walk around in pyjamas." Logan had probably done worse than that just in the year he'd been teaching. "They are kids," he said gruffly, rolling his eyes. Pfft, he was not going to have his reputation slandered by someone calling him adorable. "And some of them are dicks, too." Logan wasn't always a fan.
When the food was gone and his mouth was feeling a little less tingly from the burn that he -- no doubt -- had, he yawned a little, stretching his arms over his head. "Should we head out? Or, I mean," he said, remembering her whole pyjama dilemma, "are you gonna bother to get dressed?" He didn't really think it was that important, still, but she was always going on about dignity or class or whatever it was.
|
|
|
|
Post by nala on Aug 29, 2012 15:52:42 GMT -5
"I don't know, man, you say that, but there's an entire reality TV show for people who are awful at cooking so I think you've got at least a leg up on them." Nala wasn't going to admit that she spent her days watching that sort of drivel...but it was a bit of a guilty pleasure. And it wasn't like a show that had them compete on who can come up with the most foul dish, but it was to help them acquire more cooking skills, and so it was, at least, a little bit productive. She actually learned how to properly debone a whole chicken on there! ...she didn't actually cook enough to warrant ever deboning an entire chicken, and she usually just bought chicken breast only anyway, but maybe it would come in handy if she ever wanted to try to make a turkey. ...could you even debone an entire turkey? Somehow, she had the feeling that if Logan could catch a glimpse of all these thoughts in her mind, he probably wouldn't even like her all that much. She was kind of weird. ...at least she knew that, though.
True, the kids were oftentimes dicks, but they were just kids. It was like expecting Justin Bieber to not giggle like an adolescent at a dick drawing. He was an adolescent. And quite frankly, Nala still found dick jokes funny, so to hell with the idea of maturity over laughs. "I guess so, yeah. I can't really think of what, though. Maybe hanging out with you is bad enough as it is."
[/color] Nala was only kidding -- she knew that people were always wondering just how they could get along so well after all these years of Logan never changing and Nala being...well, Nala, but she'd never hold that against him, actually. She paused in her cleaning up of the kitchen and thought about it for a moment. Should she change? Should she not? Most of her mind was pretty made up to just go with pajamas, actually, but as she kept cleaning and kept thinking about it, and even when she grabbed her keys to get going, she just...couldn't fathom going outside in pajamas. "I'm sorry, I'm going to go get changed, just sit on the couch or come in here and give me an opinion or something!"[/color] she called as she ran back into her room, immediately going through the racks of her closet.[/justify][/color][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by logan on Sept 21, 2012 19:56:37 GMT -5
As a dude who liked to sometimes laugh at other people's lack of skills and misfortune (seeing as he was a guy who wasn't good at much, himself) he had indeed seen this show floating around the Food Network. He didn't watch the channel much or anything, but some of those dessert things looked really good, and Logan could only wish that his students could cook things half that good. Some of them did make some pretty badass things, though -- that was always nice to eat when he got to. "Dude, it'd be really damn hard not to be better than those guys." It was true. Some of the things they did on there were really awful and even his students put those people to shame. "I dunno how they even eat, though. At least I can cook enough to survive and shit." He wouldn't deny that he wound up having cup noodles and shit like that more often than someone actually competent with a stove should have, but hey... hey. It didn't matter much, did it?
Logan knew that she wasn't serious so it wasn't really something he could even take offense to if he tried. He wasn't even sure he would have if she had been serious, but then again, it was Nala, and it was too hard trying to think about these things. It really was just no big deal at all. "No. You could kick puppies or something, hell if I know." There were things worse than hanging out with him, right? Actually, Logan thought hanging out with him would be pretty fuckin' awesome, so he didn't really know how to put himself in other people's shoes. Most other people were boring. Nala was actually really cool and he appreciated that in some weird way that he appreciated people despite how abrasive he was. He'd known her for way too long, though. He just relaxed, slumping a little bit backwards in his chair as she started cleaning up -- he almost liked her enough that he would have offered to help, but honestly, he would have just gotten in the way and she'd probably have just stared at him like he had gone off the deep end anyway if he tried to be productive. It was better to avoid that.
When she started running back to her room, though, he actually facepalmed. "Women!" he scoffed loudly enough for her to hear, trusting her to know that he wasn't actually that serious. Endless brain capacity for offensive jokes of every nature aside, Logan liked to believe that he was safe in the knowledge of at least not being a total douchebag. "My opinion," he continued, deciding after a few moments that he'd take her up on that and follow her into her room anyway, "is that you should go out in pyjamas anyway, but whatever. I guess if you actually want to look good or something..." He rolled his eyes. It wasn't like Logan knew much of anything about fashion, alright, he was a dude who lived in his jeans and hoodies whenever he could.
Fashion emergencies aside, though, once she was finally dressed -- and again he'd say ugh, women, only to wind up with a very pointy high heel coming toward his face, and he was lucky that he had the foresight to duck in advance -- they were more or less ready to go. Logan braced himself for the cold that'd be outside as they left the apartment. "After you, Miss Mocha," he said, smirking a little as he pulled the door open to let her leave first -- even though okay, it was her apartment and everything but really, he could do whatever he wanted. The nickname was honestly a really tasteless choice and just went back to his endless brain capacity for offensive jokes, but it was a joke that went all the back to their high school days. Actually, ten or so years later, it was just kind of like they were kids or something still -- video games and crude nicknames and all, thanks very much.
(end thread! <3)
|
|
)