[ Kurt is somewhat used to Logan's austere tastes, but this is minimal even for him. He feels a little sadness to imagine what sort of life his friend has been scraping out here, retreated on the edge of a strange town. His gaze catches on the sword and the print as he lowers himself onto the bed.
He reaches out to gently touch the hilt of the sword with a fingertip, tired but unable to let go of wanting to find out as much as possible about this place. And unsure if he wants to sleep, in case this really is just another dream. ]
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He reaches out to gently touch the hilt of the sword with a fingertip, tired but unable to let go of wanting to find out as much as possible about this place. And unsure if he wants to sleep, in case this really is just another dream. ]
It looks like you already have, mein Freund.