#convo.logan

Hasan would've told anyone who could've believed him that he wasn't a great teacher. Which wouldn't have been a lie until he actually started teaching. After him and his fellow pack leader had distributed the tasks easily and teaching new Werewolves the ins and outs fell upon him.

On account of being a professor already.

Sadly, his students at Park College actually wanted to learn what he had to teach, it wasn't the same for young Werewolves.

"This place is going to be booming with people tomorrow," he said. "So best to get a few wiffs in while we still can." He pointed ahead of him, above the pond. "There is an empty spot right there," he said. "We think the children of Loki created it, doesn't matter. But what does matter is that you get a good feel of what it smells like, the activity of spirits, far more spirits in a single place than anywhere else. We got a good thing going with the covens here, but it's still good to be able to smell active magic. Can you feel it? How pressing it is? How intense?"

Topher set their bike back down in the parking lot of the garage and went into the shop through the back, their hands in the pockets of their leather jacket, their hair in a tight knot but still windswept. They put the helmet burrowed back on the desk and smiled at the mechanic at work. "I took her for a spin," they said. "I'm looking for a parking garage of my own so I don't have to leave it here anymore." Though they'd miss visiting Reza, Rex, and Logan.

"Aren't you going to do any of the Easter celebrations?" they asked.

Topher knew they'd have to check out the foam machine. Sure the glow-in-the-dark theme at Into the Woods seemed fun as well, but there was something about foam and soap and paint that held their attention for much longer. They'd once participated in Holi with a friend, and it had been utter perfection. There was something about getting a feeling like you lived in a sunny paradise and not rainy Britain that excited their summer-longing heart.

They'd invited Logan to come with them.

Topher never placed all their eggs in one basket, sure, they'd develop crush after crush, but since their escape from Liege with their ex-girlfriend, there was a certain need to keep people a little at a distance. Just in case. It felt unfair to people, but that's why Topher made sure to mention their ex at least once in a while. They hadn't yet with Logan, but they also knew they could never be certain if another person had feelings for them without properly asking.

So right now, it was just two people hanging out as friends, and they'd see what would come of it.

"FOAM!" they yelled at Logan when they saw her appear at the other end of the street. They were wearing baggy pants and an over-sized shirt, for once in actual colours, with threads in different colours woven through their curly hair - curtesy of Haylee.

Begone Gay thoughts!

Nishant thought as he saw a group of very handsome artists (hopefully not students) rush into the gallery loudly talking as they showed off their cool outfits. He bit his lower lip, taking a sip from the glass of bubbles he’d gotten from Ezhil. He wasn’t sure if the other Werewolf was trying to win his approval or just being nice. He saw one other council member around with alcohol. Most people were careful with drinking around the artwork. 

He too, though it was hard, with how his body was reacting to everything around him. Well, every man at least. He could barely keep himself from trying to find Reza. 

Luckily, he wasn’t dealing with this alone. 

“Is it just me, or does this art remind you of a couple entangled together?” he asked, before taking another sip from his drink.