do you feel like a young god?

Freya: Your favourite white dress with the cutouts...?

Freya: Is that okay?

Logan: well it is my favorite so...

there was a tilt of her head, curiosity at his words. of course she was a small dog person, a big dog would drag her around whenever they went for walks. “is it because i’m also small and mighty?” she questioned with a quirk of an eyebrow. mighty was a joke, the last time she tried to open a jar she had to knock on the neighbour’s door. “people are said to resemble their dogs, you know.”

“That definitely must be it - cute, small, mighty.” Logan chuckled once more toward the brunette, his gaze flicking between her and the dog. Logan was never raised with a household pet, some may say that he truly has not lived a childhood, so whenever he came across one wandering around his initial instinct was to pounce on it. “Like how grumpy old men own bulldogs kinda thing, yeah?”

“Thank you for that.” Miguel smiled, taking a compliment from the blond boy. “Ah, I’ve played since I was young. I picked it up when I was thirteen, I think. So me and this baby here,” pointing at his guitar before continuing, “We’ve been together for almost ten years.”

Logan nodded as Miguel spoke, somewhat relating to the connection between one and one’s guitar seeming that he’d also learnt at a young age. He smiled at the older man, slightly chuckling to himself, “I know where you’re coming from, but I don’t usually sit outside and serenade people as they walk into the building. Nice gesture, though.”

Freya: YES, YES, YES

Freya: Thank you c:

Freya: Can't wait to see you!

Logan: wear something nice

A smile was what he replied to at the boy. He put his guitar down to his side. “Thank you Thank you. It’s an old song with multiple covers from other people. But you’re correct, Heath Ledger did sing this.”

“I guess I just didn’t pick you as the music kinda guy. Don’t get me wrong, you’re not bad.” Logan chuckled as he lent against the wall of the building. Miguel always appeared as the intellectual, academic resident of the building to Logan, not that he knew that much about him to begin with. “Have you been playing for long?”

Freya: So it's not a date...? Okay; sorry I assumed it was

Freya: I'll get ready and wait for you then!

Logan: i mean if you want to make it a date?

Logan: i wasn't sure if you would like it like that.. but...

“it’s all hidden behind the puppy dog eyes.” she spoke, her expression showing a false seriousness (although she could never contain the slight curve of her lips). the tone of her voice quietened for a second as she added, “the world’s greatest evil.” of course, this was all sarcasm, but it was an enjoyable idea to picture, particularly in such an innocent little dog.

“Oh yeah..” Logan started to laugh as he pushed himself from the ground, “Those eyes are like daggers. I can sense the evil all the way up here. Damn.” As he looked over at Josie, the blonde gently shook his head, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, “I always thought you screamed small dog person, ya know? You have that thing about you.. that small dog thing. I mean, now I’m just making shit up.”

Freya: are you asking me out, Loggy? ;)

Freya: What time and where? Of course I'd love to go with you!

Logan: i mean i just wanted to know if you'd go out to the place with me..

Logan: not like a date.. you could go with someone else if you want

Logan: it just reminded me of you

Logan: so there's this place i heard about at the gym

Logan: it opened last night.. i thought you'd like it

Logan: if you wanted to go

Emma: I don't think I'll ever understand all the hype behind The Notebook.

Emma: Like what is with the "if you're a bird, I'm a bird" business?? You're both human...

Logan: im ashamed to say that ive watched that 7 times

Miguel had seated in front of the apartment, a routine that he does everytime he felt like. A guitar in hand starting to play out a melody. “You’re just too good to be true. Can’t take my eyes of off you,” he sang, one of his favorite songs, can’t take my eyes off you. 

"If I weren’t mistaken, Bud, I’d say that you’re trying to ‘10 Things I hate About You’ me. Of course, though, you definitely sound better than Heath did, don’t get me wrong.” 

     She could see their mouth moving, and raised her eyebrows, not sure if it was even her they were speaking to. Liv tugged the ends of her headphones and giving a small, apologetic smile. ‘ Sorry, i didn’t hear that, ‘she admitted. ‘ Were you talking to me? ‘

Logan didn’t properly realize that somebody was attempting to get through the door until he neared the person blocking it. It wasn’t necessarily her fault, as it seemed like she was lost in her music rather than it being her intention. “Hey, sorry, but there’s someone behind you.” He said, noticing that she couldn’t understand him through her earphones. Logan smiled back, softly shaking his head, “Behind you.”

“Hey! What? No, I wasn’t busy at all. Come in, please.” Asher asked after hearing the others question. She turned to the person and stopping the punching bag from swinging at the same time. Picking up a towel from the bench, the girl brought it up to her forehead; drying the sweat off of her face to make herself look a little more presentable. “What’s up?”

It was that time of day where Logan dedicated to his fitness training, after all, the requirement of being a Personal Trainer was to remain fit and tip-top with exercises and practices of all sorts. He could hear the familiar sound of the punching bag getting knocked around as he entered the gym, subconsciously making his way toward it to see who was there. As he peered around the corner and saw Asher, he raised an eyebrow, scanning over her technique. It was good, perfect in fact for something he needed to work on. “Are you busy?” He managed to ask, leaning against the wall. His eyes followed her as she walk toward the bench, a friendly smile appearing on his lips, “Just wondering if you could do something for me?”

still, there was a laugh, soft and light. “ooh be careful,” she began jokingly, eyeing him with a grin as his fingers ran though roger’s fur (even more eyeing the look of pure joy it brought to the dog, he was always a sucker for pats). “if he gets too attached those paws’ll be on your face, and dead today’ll become a reality. just look at those dangerous tools.”

“Dangerous? Are we looking at the same animal here?” He joked, chuckling in Josie’s direction. Surely, such a small angel couldn’t be as homicidal than he seemed - then again, Logan had seen his fair share of horror films, and the cutest of them all was always the one to go psychotic first. “He couldn’t hurt a fly.”