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Daken. Dark Wolverine. Don't get in my way., unless you're tough. Or gorgeous. Or tough and gorgeous, I don't really mind~ Please read the rules and about page before interacting.

[aboveallothermen]

+foreveryoursmax

[aboveallothermen]

"Why do you ask?" He said, tilting his head to the side slightly. "I could as the same of you, Max,” Daken murmured, stepping a little closer. He wondered what the other man would do if he discovered what Daken could do, what his reaction would be to his mutation. Whether he could use that to his own advantage.

[foreveryoursmax]

Max narrowed his eyes as the stranger moved closer, but he did not move. Max was more curious than afraid, which may be dangerous, considering that he knows almost nothing of the Downworld than what he was told by the wolf who Turned him. “That’s not fair,” he frowned a little. “You know my name, but I don’t know yours. You have me at an unfair advantage.” 

[aboveallothermen]

He pushed out more pheromones, humming softly. "Daken. My name's Daken. Please do try to remember it," Daken said with a soft smile, non-threatening and sweet. He inched closer. "What are you doing here?"

[aboveallothermen]

+mayaechos

[aboveallothermen]

Not right this second, but I’m sure to file that away in case I ever need an artist.

[mayaechoes-archive-blog]

[ She smiles a little ] I have a card, if you’d like one.

[aboveallothermen]

That would be great, thank you.

[aboveallothermen]

+mayaechos

[aboveallothermen]

Interesting. 

[mayaechoes-archive-blog]

So am I able to help you?

[aboveallothermen]

Not right this second, but I'm sure to file that away in case I ever need an artist.

[aboveallothermen]

+mayaechos

[aboveallothermen]

An artist, huh?

[mayaechoes-archive-blog]

I do a lot of things. Most of them are art in some form.

[aboveallothermen]

Interesting. 

[theplaguedwolverine-archived]

"You’ve got a kid? Interestin’

[aboveallothermen]

"Yeah. She’s called Beth, she’s seventeen now. Maybe if fishing goes well you could meet her."

[theplaguedwolverine-archived]

"Sure, I’ll behave myself." Logan retorted sarcastically.

[aboveallothermen]

"We haven't exactly ever had a good relationship, Dad," Daken said, looking at him quietly. "Honestly I'm fairly confused about all this."

[aboveallothermen]

+mayaechos

[aboveallothermen]

What do you do? I can’t say no for certain until I know that, sweetheart.

[mayaechoes-archive-blog]

[ She hated that question. She never knew how to answer it ]

I’m an artist. 

[aboveallothermen]

An artist, huh?

[theplaguedwolverine-archived]

"Right." Logan nodded.

[aboveallothermen]

Daken turned away for a minute, calling someone quietly on his phone before turning back to Logan. “So. That was my kid.”

[theplaguedwolverine-archived]

"You’ve got a kid? Interestin’

[aboveallothermen]

"Yeah. She's called Beth, she's seventeen now. Maybe if fishing goes well you could meet her."

[aboveallothermen]

+mayaechos

[aboveallothermen]

Maybe.

[mayaechoes-archive-blog]

[ She looks at him as though he should continue, then ]

[aboveallothermen]

What do you do? I can't say no for certain until I know that, sweetheart.

[theplaguedwolverine-archived]

"How bout’ now?"

[aboveallothermen]

"… Let me just call someone, but sure."

[theplaguedwolverine-archived]

"Right." Logan nodded.

[aboveallothermen]

Daken turned away for a minute, calling someone quietly on his phone before turning back to Logan. "So. That was my kid."

[starkresilience]

A little restaurant off the corner, just a block from here. This old lady makes the best waffles. 

[aboveallothermen]

Couldn’t you just make your own?

[starkresilience]

That would be terrible. I don’t cook.

[aboveallothermen]

Waffles aren't hard.

[aboveallothermen]

+mayaechos

[aboveallothermen]

Daken. And you are?

[mayaechoes-archive-blog]

I’m Maya.

…Can I help you with something?

[aboveallothermen]

Maybe.

[theplaguedwolverine-archived]

"It might be-look, just give it a try. It ain’t gonna kill you." Logan took a drag from his cigar.

[aboveallothermen]

"Alright, then. When?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

[theplaguedwolverine-archived]

"How bout’ now?"

[aboveallothermen]

"... Let me just call someone, but sure."

[theplaguedwolverine-archived]

Logan shrugged his shoulders.

[aboveallothermen]

Daken raised an eyebrow, rolling his shoulders. “Sure. Whatever, fishing sounds. Well, it sounds painfully dull, but I suppose it might be. Enjoyable.”

[theplaguedwolverine-archived]

"It might be-look, just give it a try. It ain’t gonna kill you." Logan took a drag from his cigar.

[aboveallothermen]

"Alright, then. When?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

[theplaguedwolverine-archived]

"Spend some quality time with each other, I dunno."

[aboveallothermen]

"And do what?"

[theplaguedwolverine-archived]

"Fishin’ I guess. Shit. Throw me a fuckin’ bone."

[aboveallothermen]

"You… want to take me fishing?"

[theplaguedwolverine-archived]

Logan shrugged his shoulders.

[aboveallothermen]

Daken raised an eyebrow, rolling his shoulders. "Sure. Whatever, fishing sounds. Well, it sounds painfully dull, but I suppose it might be. Enjoyable."

[theplaguedwolverine-archived]

"Spend some quality time with each other, I dunno."

[aboveallothermen]

"And do what?"

[theplaguedwolverine-archived]

"Fishin’ I guess. Shit. Throw me a fuckin’ bone."

[aboveallothermen]

"You... want to take me fishing?"

[aboveallothermen]

What’s the best of the best, then?

[starkresilience]

A little restaurant off the corner, just a block from here. This old lady makes the best waffles. 

[aboveallothermen]

Couldn't you just make your own?

[aboveallothermen]

+foreveryoursmax

Hello. I’m Daken.

[foreveryoursmax]

"A pleasure, Daken." Max smiled politely. "I’m Max. Max Booth."

[aboveallothermen]

"The pleasure’s all mine," he smirked a little, pushing out calming pheromones towards him. This man smelled… Different.

[foreveryoursmax]

It was strange how calm Max was starting to feel. He had felt fine before, but there was always a small part of him that always threatened to come out. And now, that part felt subdued. Max took in a deep breath. He had a strange feeling that he was talking to someone very unique. “What are you?” The words came out before he could stop them.

[aboveallothermen]

"Why do you ask?" He said, tilting his head to the side slightly. "I could as the same of you, Max," Daken murmured, stepping a little closer. He wondered what the other man would do if he discovered what Daken could do, what his reaction would be to his mutation. Whether he could use that to his own advantage.