SPEED OF LIGHT -- [thomas]

Logan almost didn't notice Thomas entering -- such was his hunger, or at least that was the excuse that he would give if he were confronted about it. Well... whatever, he was sure Thomas wouldn't take offence to it or anything, but it didn't really matter because he did at some point look up and spot his friend standing over in line. He would have waved him over, if not for the sandwich in his hand (he didn't think the lady sitting in the table across the way would have wanted to be hit in the head with some flying lettuce or anything) but luckily for the both of them and said lady over there, Tom made his way over without a signal. "Yo," he greeted, then rolled his eyes a little and took a long sip (it should have been a chug for emphasis, but it was hard to chug somehting out of a cup shaped like that with a straw sticking out) just to rub it in Tom's face a litlte. Okay, he had no idea what his point was, but he enjoyed making it.

"Soft," he declared after a second. Pfft, as if being able to drink iced capps was anything special -- probably about half the people in Tim Hortons right now had one. It was something kind of special about Canada, he was pretty sure. No one else was willing to drink what was, as Thomas put it, a cup of ice, when it was cold as hell frozen over outside. "Not my problem if you're not man enough to handle something that happens every year." Somehow, people never did get used to the cold of winter. Seasons fucked that kind of thing up. If anything, that was the flip side of living in Canada. Mother Nature was really damn bipolar. Logan knew from the laugh that Thomas wasn't serious, though (not that he wouldn't have assumed that it was a joke anyway, because everything was a joke).

What had he been doing over the holiday? Pfft, that was a good question, with a pretty awesome answer too. "Whole lotta nothing." Most people exaggerated when they said this, but for Logan it was... actually pretty true. He was pretty much as bad as teenagers about the fact that he'd slept in every single day since school had finished. As a Home Ec teacher, he didn't have many of the typical exams to mark, and so he'd gotten all of his marking over pretty quickly. Well, he'd still taken until the very last minute before the deadline, but that was because he was a really good procrastinator. Eventually he'd gotten marks out for the kids without much incident. "Sleeping in, eating, hanging out, playing video games," he rattled off. All of this was pretty much true. There had been some other things, going back to visit family for a few days as it was the holidays after all, but other than that he was... pretty much just bumming around. "What's up with you?"

If Logan could actually freeze to death just from drinking an iced capp in the wintertime, he was pretty sure he'd be dead already and would have been a long time ago. The rest of the world would have been, too... or at least the rest of the country. He was normal, guy. It was Thomas who was the weird one for feeling cold in, what, twenty below? Pfft. Soft. Okay, so yeah, Logan was fucking freezing too, but there was never a bad time for an iced capp. "And I hope you burn your tongue. Off," he quipped, snorting a little when Tom turned the cup in his direction. It did indeed say that, but Logan wasn't convinced, not even a little. Then again, the guy kind of did whatever he wanted. Some days it was definitely coffee, and some days it was something colder, regardless of the weather. He wasn't yet old enough or caffeine-dependent enough to need his cup every morning or something, though. He preferred sweeter things, anyway, though iced capps were much sweeter than coffee. Well, he could toss a ton of sugar in there, but apparently people thought that was weird.

He was like a kid, and he didn't see a problem with that at all. Guy, twenty-six was still young. "I'm not old like you," he shot back, not that he was really trying to sound like this was a fight or something. It really wasn't at all. Still, being obnoxious like that was in Logan's nature. He took a huge bite out of his sandwich and then decided it was probably best not to talk or anything while he was trying to chew through it and such. Luckily for him, Thomas was talking anyway, so it didn't make much of a difference. "And there's nothing better than eating and doing nothing else." Well, he'd also been in and out of clubs and bars a bunch, but this was probably something he should hope students didn't really see him doing. He didn't think there were rules against it or anything, but it wasn't really teacher-ish behaviour. That said, Logan rarely exhibited teacher-ish behaviour as it was, so he didn't know why he'd even bother trying now.

Ugh, shopping. Shopping was pretty much the stupidest thing ever, he was pretty sure. Thomas probably meant Christmas shopping, too, he was pretty sure, and that was even worse, because while Logan hated shopping he did at least enjoy getting new stuff (he had like, teacher-swag or something, and anyone who tried to tell him otherwise was lame). Christmas shopping involved shopping, and without the bonus of getting something cool for himself, even, at least not without having to wonder if he'd have any money left over for everyone else or something. That said, he'd gone ahead and bought himself new sneakers anyway. Logan didn't really like to follow rules, apparently. "S'good," he said in response to Tom's being "pretty decent". Someone else might have asked why a month off of work, basically, was only "pretty decent". Logan's mind translated this to "good". "Did you at least get it all done? Without copping out and buying gift cards or something I mean." He'd bought so many people gift cards instead of proper presents over time it was kind of terrible, though. "Huh, what store?" He'd never heard of this before... or maybe he had and he'd just forgotten. Come to think of it, it was probably the second one.

Logan just lifted his eyebrows right back in return at Thomas. "Sure, guy," he said, rolling his eyes as well. He didn't know or care how his friends tanned or burned or whatever in the sun, honestly, but a tanned tongue, what the fuck? How weird and gross. He didn't even know how that would work. Would it be brown-ish? Darker red? More pink? That was too weird. "I don't care about your weirdass tongue problems." Seriously, people thought Logan was a weird guy, but Thomas was pretty strange too. He did laugh a little bit when his friend grimaced, though -- apparently that shit really was pretty hot. Victory! He then made a grossed-out face of his own at Thomas's words, though. What the hell, man. He didn't need to think of anyone's balls sagging to the knees, let alone his own. Logan was young still, thanks. "Yeah, sure, and you know what I'll remember then? You'll still be older." The age difference itself wasn't actually all that much, honestly, and he didn't take it much into account. It was, though, emphasized way more probably by their actual personalities and mannerisms... and, probably, also the fact that Thomas was a professor and Logan was just some lowly Home Economics teacher. Hey, a job was a job, right? The six years between them, age-wise, wasn't that much though. Six years didn't seem like that long ago -- he'd been struggling through his Junior year of university at the time. Six years from now, he figured, wouldn't be that far either, but it was hard to tell. As for actually being as old as what Tom had just described, though, that seemed ages and ages away.

Well, yeah, that was probably copping out, but Logan had done it way too many times to actually be able to preach about it. He probably wouldn't, anyway. It was other people's business what they decided to do with their time and money, and hey, if the dude wanted to buy gift cards for everyone he knew rather than any actual more tangible gifts, then that wasn't Logan's problem either. Hell, it wasn't even his problem if the dude didn't want to buy anyone any gifts. "Eh, not like I can talk," he said with a shrug, though he laughed a little bit obnoxiously at what Tom said about his sister. She was a high school teacher at the Academy, too, which made her another co-worker and someone Logan knew... which was probably why this was so hliarious. "What'd she do to you?" Logan didn't really have problems with his own older sister; he hadn't really had them before either, but at this point now that they were living so far away from each other it wasn't like he could expend that much energy toward fighting with her even if he wanted to. He didn't, of course. He was annoying and liked to instigate things all the time, but that would just be exhausting. "You should toss that thing in a blender or a paper shredder or something before you give it to her." As a teenager he'd sometimes been tempted to wreck Alison's shit sometimes, too... and once or twice he'd actually done it, but he wouldn't bother ruining gifts that he'd bought for her with his own money, damn. "Oh. I'll bring your brother a whip or something in that case," he said with a short laugh. It was pretty amusing to think of Thomas, normally a Calculus professor of all things, lugging boxes around in some drugstore.

He might have been offended at the comment if it weren't for the fact that Logan pretty much acknowledged it as true. He was like a landfill, only one that had just opened and always looked and felt pretty empty. He was pretty much willing to eat anything, too, though he had an inclination toward (read: total and completely incurable obsession with) pancakes. Unable to think of a proper comeback, he just said instead, "Yolo." Damn, Logan hated when kids, or anyone, said that, but he was kind of an obnoxious dude, and hey, what made it funny was that people hated it so much. It was pretty hilarious watching people panic overi t. He'd said it once in a class of ninth graders way at the beginning of last semester -- he was pretty sure they were still getting over the shock of having a teacher who knew what that shit was. Fourteen-year-olds generally weren't the best judges of age, so they'd probably thought he was old -- like, thirty-five or something. "You're gonna feel pretty shitty when I end up actually dying and you have a real funeral to attend," he said, though he didn't know whether or not it was true. It was hard to tell sometimes with Logan's friends. For all he knew, half the people in his life would throw a goddamn party or something. "Dude, what is your obsession with my balls?" he asked, perhaps with mildly inappropriate volume, because a couple of teenagers (none of whom he recognized as Academy students, thankfully) looked over wildly. There were no kids around, though. He wasn't stupid enough to let himself be ragged on by some punk kid's mom.

Apparently Tom's sister had been a real bitch to him, and Logan would have found this funny except for the fact that... no, actually, he did find it kind of funny. He didn't laugh, though, mostly because Tom seemed pretty serious about it, and Logan didn't know -- maybe the woman had actually attempted murder in the past or something. "Sounds legit." He didn't even say it with sarcastic intent, but that might have been the way it came off. He didn't really bother to think about that kind of thing. Whatever the dude's sister had done, though, it sounded either very amusing or frightening -- or maybe it was both. Yeah, it was probably both. "You sure your mom's gonna want like, shreds of blouse in her smoothies?" Dude, how gross. He would hate to be drinking or eating something when all of a sudden, bam, have some piece of cloth in that. Of course he was sure Thomas wasn't stupid enough to toss it in there and then neglect to clean it out, but hey, nobody was perfect. "Better yet, toss it out on the lawn and run your dad's lawnmower over it." He'd said that he'd gotten his dad a lawnmower, right? Eh, hell if Logan knew. He was sure the man had to have a lawnmower though, unless they lived in a condo or something... then, maybe not so much. "Anytime," he answered with a nod, sounding... well, not completely serious, but like always. He was obviously kidding, though. He wasn't so mean as to supply his friends' siblings with whips. There was too much damage that could be caused by that kind of thing. "That's good, though. Better than having a slavedriver as a brother or something if you have to work for him." He supposed that his siblings were alright, too. Except for the fact that he was a terrible employee, he probably wouldn't mind working for them either... though it might be weird, admittedly.

Honestly, truth be told, Logan had never known where this "yolo" business came from -- and, even more honestly, he hadn't even heard it first from the mouth of one of his students. Then again... Logan was also pretty sure he should stop being allowed on the internet. It was probably sad that he spent more time playing video games than a ton of his students had to. It wasn't his fault. Being a Home Ec teacher was almost unbelievably easy -- obviously he still had to do the teacher things that they all did, but hey. He was sure Math teachers (or professors like Thomas) spent way more time marking tests and shit like that than he did. "You're jealous of my vocabulary," was all he said, scoffing. It was probably true he'd been around high schoolers too much, though, but it wouldn't have made much of a difference. If anything, he was worse than most of them put together. "Well, don't bother showing up if you're not going to cry some real manly tears." Logan guessed that at that point, though, it wouldn't make much of a difference to him either way, because... well, he'd be dead. "Dude, have you been feeling me up in my sleep?" he asked, keeping his volume up too now that Tom was playing along. Pfft. There was no beating Logan in this game, thanks. This was one thing he did know how to do pretty damn well, his many failures in general life aside.

He didn't know about all this business of demon siblings, but then again Logan was... kind of a strange person to get along with in the first place. All in all, he got along alright with all of his family, except for one of his aunts, but the woman was annoying and batshit insane, so he didn't really care. His siblings were easy enough, though, because his sister was actually pretty chill when she wasn't busy being smart and shit, and his brother... eh, his brother was a cool enough guy, too. They were all back in Alberta, though. Logan was here in the Hollow. "Yeah, apparently," he said. "Especially if that's some fancyass silk blouse or something. Otherwise I'm pretty sure no one wants to drink some nasty polyester." Wait, what the fuck was this conversation? Yeah, they were seriously talking about putting the woman's Christmas present in a blender... a blender that was also Thomas's mother's present. This was pretty messed up. It was probably Logan's fault -- things that were messed up generally were his fault in conversation -- but he'd be damned if he were going to admit that. "What, like your sister?" They'd been talking about her, so it made sense. He didn't know who else this could apply to, honestly. "Skiing is too much effort." Well, that sounded ridiculous, but honestly, in Logan's opinion, it was pretty much true. The Hollow and its surrounding mountains wasn't a bad area for skiing though, so long as people were willing to drive out of the actual city area. "And I guess it makes the family happy when you go see 'em... but why not? Got a month off for break, that's longer than most people. Enough time to go somewhere else." Vacation time wasn't too bad for Academy teachers.

Logan wondered if Thomas would actually bring booze to his funeral or something -- the idea was kind of hilarious, in a way, and he wondered what everyone else would do if the dude started pulling beer out of a cooler or something outside of the funeral home. It would probably be considered pretty disrespectful and he might be asked to leave, sure, but hey, Logan didn't care much about respect as a living man and he probably wouldn't as a dead one. Then again, this whole idea was pretty... morbid. "Everyone. My funeral's gonna be a party, dude. No minors allowed." Eh... actually, Logan would be dead, so he didn't care who the hell was allowed in. What a way to be celebrated, though. He had a feeling that his family wouldn't be keen on the idea. "Liar, you wouldn't be able to hear anyway over your own moaning," he said. It was too bad that this was where Logan's real wit came out, in stupid and inappropriate conversations that were likely to get himself and company kicked out of public places.

Hopefully a blender quite so expensive would be able to hold up against a measly blouse then, but Logan didn't really know what was going on with all of that. He'd never tried it, but maybe someone on Youtube had done it before. Didn't they have an entire channel dedicated to blending shit or something? He didn't really know at this point. "Sure you are," he said, as if it weren't totally (seriously, completely) hypocritical for Logan to be denying that anybody else wasn't a good person. Well... okay, admittedly, Logan wasn't such a bad guy, but saying so would ruin his street cred or something! That was a lie. He had no street cred. Thomas himself wasn't a bad person, though, not that Logan ever thought these things over in his mind about his friends. "Sounds like you need a good drink." He didn't actually know if Thomas ever drank or not, but from what he knew of the man, he couldn't think of any real reasons why not. "Or just to crack baseball bats over some heads or something." He meant this entirely as a joke, though, and he trusted Tom to know so. The last thing he needed was to lose his job or something for saying something stupid like that about... co-workers, actually. "Same as always, I guess. Sister doing her doctor things, brother's studying and shit..." Logan was definitely the odd one out. "What about yours? I mean other than blouse pieces stuck in a blender."