go to heaven? nah.

he’d never have done this sort of thing, normally. it was too ‘ooey-gooey’ and soft for a guy like himself (whatever THAT meant), but under rosemary’s eye, he felt c o m p e l l e d to make a good impression. thus came giving the penguin toy back to dahlia, offering the two a tight-lipped smile and a dead-eyed stare. “AHA,” says logan, giving his head a slight nod. b r o w s knitted together at rosemary’s answer, eyes focused upon the smaller of the two. “i understand. WELL, you are welcome. where are you two headed to, anyways?”

“y’really think i’d just compliment you and expect NOTHING in return?”

“i don’t see many females with hair as pretty as YOU.”

“you might just be one of the H O T T E S T goth bitches i’ve seen in a loooooong time.”

“...JESUS CHRIST, you’re fuckin’ ( t i n y ) !”

“...you know, you’re REALLY pretty.”

GREETINGS AND SALUTATIONS! like this for a one-liner starter. <3

“LISTEN, bud.” watch out, folks. here comes the preemptive cough as logan gathers himself enough to actually speak. “you’re lucky i’m not about to ask you to drop trou... NO, no. take your shoes off, man.” maybe, if it’d make danny feel any better, logan could take off his converse, too; one hand reserved to pull the loop of his off-white laces out of the sloppy knot. “come on. CHOP chop!”