closed starter for @ofclogan
niko is drenched from head to toe, yoga pants and t-shirt alike clinging to his skin and attracting any number of gnats and mosquitoes and who knows what others kinds of forest-dwelling insects he can’t be bothered with right now. it’s logan’s fault--just as she’d promised, she’d tossed him into the lake within an hour of reaching the campsite and unloading their luggage. not that he minds, of course; just as niko has still never quite managed to shed the excess energy and irresponsible nature of an adolescent, so too has he hung onto many of the simplistic pleasures of childhood. and when it comes to logan, that goes double--it’s all too easy for the pair of them to regress back to their much-younger selves and find enjoyment in such things as playing in the woods and roughhousing in the water. “you’re dead, logan!” he shouts as he pulls himself up onto the grassy bank she’d shoved him off of, grabbing for one of the water guns they’d hauled with them and dipping it into the lake to fill it up. “you better fill that other one up as fast you can, bitch, because i am going to drench you.”