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WHO: Claude and Logan
WHERE: Logan's unassuming little apartment thing.
WHEN: Now?
WARNINGS: Will end if needed.
SUMMARY: Claude is bound and determined to do this 'break into people's houses and mooch off their food' thing. Pity he busts into the house of a guy with freaking enhanced senses.
FORMAT: Paragraph.

Claude was getting really tired of all of this. This damn City was trying hard to make an honest man out of him. Sure, most of the houses that he broke into were just normal people. Normal, boring, every-day, dull people. However, every now and then there would be someone who would see him, who would realize that he was there or who would just catch him in the act.

Like James Bond. Bond must have had a damn tracker or something like that. It didn't do any good for Claude's already slightly paranoid self.

Frowning, Claude walked up to his unassuming break-in place of choice. He looked over the door. Simple enough. He tried the lock. Locked. Frowning, Claude threw his weight against the door a few times. Eventually, it gave. He knew that it probably was better for him to actually try and pick the lock-his skills were insanely rusty, bordering on nonexistent. However, he was thirsty adn wanted to sit down somewhere. Lock-picking could wait.

Entering the room, Claude looked around. A couch, a refrigerator...hello there, refrigerator. He walked to it. Opening the door, the Brit's eyes lit up. This thing was full of beer. Wonderful. Grabbing a beer, Claude sat down on the couch, smile on his face.

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Claude shrugged his shoulders, knowing full well that the other man couldn't see him. "Probably. It seems to be working out so well." Claude walked over towards a wall, leaning slightly on it.

"And what the hell kind of name is Griff?"

obscure h.g. wells reference

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Logan grunted, gesturing at the place where Claude was with his beer hand. The liquid inside sloshed faintly.

"You above stealin' books or what?"

like claude would know that. :P

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"I only read good ones," he said, leaning against the wall, smirk on his face. Honestly, he hadn't sat down and read a book in ages. It was annoying him slightly.

<3 claude

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Logan gave a semblance of a shrug and drained the rest of the beer. Heading back to the fridge, he glanced over his shoulder at Claude's scent pocket.

"So you make a hobby outta breakin' into people's homes and annoyin' them or am I just special?"

and <3 wolvie back atcha

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That got a small laugh from Claude. People were so stupid. They always thought they were special. Oh, there must have been some special reason for you to break into my house, it couldn't have possibly been because it was there. Bullshit.

"It was there." Simple as that. He needed a drink (which he probably wouldn't get now) and Logan's apartment was there. "You're nothing special."

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Logan pulled another beer from the six pack, thought about it, and just tugged the whole thing out. If this guy was going to stick around, he was gonna need more than one.

He snorted a laugh at Claude's comment as he broke the tab on a new can.

"Not exactly news to me, bub." He gestured at the six pack. "You want one of these or not?"

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Claude nodded at Logan, just as he realized he was still invisible. "If you're offering. Throw me one."

For a brief moment, he turned visible. There really wasn't any way to get a beer from Logan without turning visible. He leaned against the wall, visible and smirking slightly. "Well? Over here now-I think you'll be able to spot me."

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Logan raised his eyebrows at the trick, but tossed the man a beer as promised. He took a thoughtful swig from his own can, leaning back against the closed fridge.

"That all you can do?" He growled, waving his hand at Claude.

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Claude nodded as he popped the top of his beer. He took a sip of the drink. "Yeah. Nothing wrong with it."

He raised an eyebrow. "Those claws the only thing you can do?"

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Logan grunted noncommittally, then seemed to think better of it. He raised his empty hand towards Claude, palm inwards. Look mama, no scars. "Hey, you think I'd look this good if that was all I could do?"

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Claude rose his eyebrow. Healing. That was a plus, especially when you had metal claws coming out of your hand. "Valid point. Wish I had that thing at times."