"been alright. sticking to myself mostly." he shrugged. he was digging through his pockets now. finally finding a match which he used to light his cigar. "can’t die. healing ability." he smirked around the cigar.
"hey @CR_dear_heart. you got a light?" a raised brow as he cocked his head.
"no. don’t know who you are either bub."
he felt like he was punched in the gut. it was 𝘩𝘦𝘳. the woman he keeps hearing in his dreams. he was out for a good couple of years. and all he could hear was her god damn name in his head. he swallowed harshly and looked up at her.
"where i go is none of your business." he told her. he started the ignition. jaw clenched. there was a beat of silence before he spoke. "what’s your name?" he asked her. not daring to turn around. he wanted to know. he needed to know.
"look red. you don’t want to be hanging around with me. all i do is get people killed."he scoffed as he closed the tailgate. eyes flicking to her. "you got everything logan!?" the store owner called. he turned his gaze from claire and nodded."yeah! gonna head +"
"logan. look i appreciate the help but i’d rather get this shit into my truck and go." he didn’t like people. he’d rather go back to his log cabin pop a beer and relax before he had to work again in a few days. thankfully the pay was good.
his stance softened a bit. brows furrowing more. "never seen you before." he shook his head at her before he brushed passed her. he got the few items he needed for the house anyways.
PEACH.xn--6ii ooooh hooooo claire mun don’t hate me but— logan losing his memory? yes. 🤭
"technically i can. i just only see your hand."she snickered. pulling her hand back she pulled away from him. eyes flicking over him once his hand was gone from her eyes.
knocking on @Shurikens_Lust’s helmet."how do you see under that thing?"









