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Continuance of Elf bound fic thingy...
Jun. 26th, 2005 11:13 pmLogan knelt down over the table and lined up his shot. He gave a hard knock to the cue ball, harder than necassary even for breaking, and watched as the group burst up and thumped around the table. Not one of them sunk. Growling in irritation he chalked up his stick and walked around the table angling for a shot. He'd been at it for awhile now, this and other activities to try and ease his anger ever since he'd found Kitty's note, leaving a wake of destruction behind.
His room where he'd found her paper was a shambles, the garage where he'd gone and found his bike missing one tire in a show she wanted him to stay was a wreck, and the hallway just outside her door was even a bit messed up. It took everything for him too stay outside the door and not go tearing into her or Kurt's room. In fact the Danger room had paid much the price for that's where he'd headed after halting himself at her door. From there it was the kitchen, the patio and now the rec room. She'd gotten back with Kurt somewhere between here and his mad pacing outside but he'd stayed away. For several reasons, for one he wasn't entirely as forgiving of Kurt as Kitty would be, especially after how much danger she'd put herself into tonight to save him.
He warned her, reminded her constantly of how much she needed to be careful. If something had happened tonite to her or the baby...he didn't want to think about it. Instead he tried to calm down and took a shot at the nine ball. And knocked it off the table. Nope, this didn't seem to be working either.
His room where he'd found her paper was a shambles, the garage where he'd gone and found his bike missing one tire in a show she wanted him to stay was a wreck, and the hallway just outside her door was even a bit messed up. It took everything for him too stay outside the door and not go tearing into her or Kurt's room. In fact the Danger room had paid much the price for that's where he'd headed after halting himself at her door. From there it was the kitchen, the patio and now the rec room. She'd gotten back with Kurt somewhere between here and his mad pacing outside but he'd stayed away. For several reasons, for one he wasn't entirely as forgiving of Kurt as Kitty would be, especially after how much danger she'd put herself into tonight to save him.
He warned her, reminded her constantly of how much she needed to be careful. If something had happened tonite to her or the baby...he didn't want to think about it. Instead he tried to calm down and took a shot at the nine ball. And knocked it off the table. Nope, this didn't seem to be working either.
