“They’re watching you.” She gives no explanation as to who or what she means.
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“They’re watching you.” She gives no explanation as to who or what she means.
He hears her approach from a fair distance, as such enabling himself to crane his head an watch her approach before taking her up into his embrace.
❝ What’s up, love? ❞
"There are people outside yelling. Aiden's already asleep."
Little arms swathe around her dad's chest as much as they can as she hugs him to her. He's comforting and she'd be able to fall asleep in his lap if given the opportunity.
▓░ ▎ ♛ ; at this point, she should have figured out that he was her uncle. daddy has stubble, and uncle does not. he just rolls his eyes and smirks down at the girl, arching a brow. ❝ wha’s up, b u t t e r c u p ? ❞
She had to be sure. If she's caught asking Damon what she's about to ask, she'll probably get into trouble. What can she say? She's persistent. ---- She flashes him an innocent smile.
"Hi, Uncle Damon. I was, um, gonna ask if you can do daddy's accent. I left my truck in his study and he has a voice password and... I... really need it..."
Is this daddy or is this not daddy? She's not very good at using scent yet unless it's for food. For now she'll just stare and try to figure it out herself.
She's sleepy, she wants cuddles, and she can't get to sleep because there are people making noise outside. A yawn parts her lips after she's climbed into your lap.
" they what? "
logan didn’t think she was set upon this earth to be a role model, or that children would even find her vaguely approachable, but the thought that the younger generation had taken to her was daunting.
" don’t mention it, kid. uh sure ya can. i ain’t no samurai anymore though. just in case ya go tellin’ kids that. “
that smile of hers was nearly infectious.
"Yeah. They have playing cards with you on them and for Halloween day Joel cut himself while he was trying to make your claws with scissors. ---- Why did you stop being a Samurai? And I can tell others my Samurai name, right?"
❝ yeah, i can ! wooooah — really? ❞
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours! I know a secret place in the woods over there that I made. It can be yours too if you like."
" i’m pretty old. not as old as yer dad. i had a lot ‘a time ta practice. “
she’ll set the gel pen down and look at the writings, somewhat perturbed that they should be written in sparkly red ink but, in the end, that wasn’t what mattered. pressing her finger against the first one she’d turn her head with a smile.
" that one’s mine. they called me the ’ hand ‘a god ‘. that one’s yers. translates inta ’ the girl ‘a flames. ’ “
nodding at her decision she would furrow her brows in seriousness.
” only the best warriors get names. “
"I know. You're 194. All the boys in class talk about you."
She pays attention to what she's being showed, however, and a smile curves lips upwards as she looks up at Logan. It just doesn't seem to vanish, even when she speaks.
"Thank you! I love it. I'm not gonna ever forget it. -- I like yours too. Please can I keep it so I can hang it at the end of my bed?"
straight faced just like : ' start askin' fer gifts. '
"... i'll tell them that they have to bring me gum. i'll be even cooler than the cooler kids!!"
" a warrior name. i can’t draw worth shit. “
so a profanity slipped out that was bound to happen. on the spectrum of curse words that was on the lower scale so she didn’t say anything, simply continued to draw two separate names in impeccable japanese.
one for each of them
火災の女の子 & 神の手
She doesn't say anything about the swear word; instead, she just giggles and covers her mouth before her eyes catch sight of her piece of paper and she tries to read what she's writing. A frown follows.
"Japanese letters look really tricky. How do you remember them?"
She has another question to ask, but she'll wait until the right moment to ask that one.
hxwlett replied to your post:"I DREW WOLVERINE A PICTURE AND SHE USED MY GEL...
[ i am cry ]
"logan, i need you to help me. the boys at school all want to be my boyfriend because i said you're my aunty. this is your fault! what do i do!" she's completely and utterly serious and all you can hear is kane laughing in the background
logan was momentarily silent at the idea of a present, no matter how crudely drawn and simple and, for that, she opened up the lid of her own gel pen and began to scrawl some japanese.
" i used ta travel alot. lived in a place kinda like that but with pink flowers all over the place. when ya train as a samurai they give ya a warrior’s name. “
cue an awkward pause.
” do ya want one? “
"A warrior name or a picture? -- Because either way, yes please."
She's come to her final conclusion now: Logan is her new favourite person and she wants her to come around more often. Maybe if she draws her pictures constantly she'll have to keep coming over to get them.
"I DREW WOLVERINE A PICTURE AND SHE USED MY GEL PENS AND SHE'S BEST FRIENDS WITH MY DADDY" anna yells as she brags to the kids at school that are constantly talking about wolverine
logan merely held the pen, twirling it around her fingers like she would a dagger ( and not a sparkly instrument a young girl had just given her ) she simply stared at the blank piece of paper.
" red, usually. yellow ‘n blue before that. pink is fer suckers. “
"Pink is for suckers."
A grin slips across her lips then before the blue gel pen is lowered to the paper and she starts to draw what looks like a stream.
"Sometimes I imagine this place in autumn with the ground covered in orange leaves, and there's a bench looking over a stream, and there are trees hiding the sky everywhere else but where the little bench is, but I can't draw it properly. I'm gonna try again though. -- It's for you so I'm gonna try to make it my best one."
logan waited, all the while wondering if there was a drink in the house but, given that there was children, she doubted it would be anything stronger than listerine. she masked her sigh as the, rather adorable, girl returned.
“ angry? this is my happy face. “
"Oh." A pause.
She frowns deeply before leaning over and gently pushing both corners of her lips upwards a little. A satisfied smile slips across Anna's own lips almost instantly and she returns to her seat as if she hadn't just done that.
"What's your favourite colour? I like purple. Everyone else likes pink. It's so boring."
❝ Of course. I’ll have a talk with her. ❞
So he gives before reaching over to help weasel Aiden’s head out of the sweater. All the rest, he can do himself—— but because Kane is a worried parent, he will hold his hand as he steps into the shower.
❝ There you go. Now, let’s get your hair washed up and see how bad it is, aye? ❞
"Aye."
He seems to have lost all worry about being picked on because of his hair, all because he's reminded that his dad is cooler than Jack Sparrow and Darcy says Pirates of the Caribbean was based off his dad's life.