"...........D'ya mind, pipsqueak?" Logan growls from his seat at the table, across from you.
You're throwing sticks behind him. "I'm trying to activate your animal instincts like they did on TV with tigers and yarn." You pause. "You do have CANINE instincts, right?"
"Throw another stick and I'll be throwing you, does that answer your question?" He glares opening the newspaper again. You pout, and settle for using your mutation to electrify Kitty's hair, then running to escape her banana death stick.
Logan sighs. "Idiot."
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It was past curfew, but you're hanging out with Logan. He doesn't mind, because you stopped throwing sticks and started to be useful by fixing his TV. You stop to get a drink from the fridge, only to find your mentor had hidden all the beer again, so you start to make hot chocolate instead. In a few strides you're behind Logan, and as an experiment, you scratch under his chin, causing him to growl, but somewhat less piss off-ly than usual.
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