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Logan heard the clanking of pots a good distance away. It seemed all his faculties were about him again. He took the shot glass with him as he exited the empty tavern and went to find out the source of the racket--it had begun to give him a headache. Some miles of walking and he began to notice just how empty the streets were. Was this place [i]that[/i] desolate? He hadn't seen this few people since Earth-807128. At least he wasn't some old bastard this time. As the clanging continued, Logan roused a growl from his lips. Whoever was making that racket would pay for it! He found the culprit and was ready to give her a mouthful!

"CUT OUT THAT DAMN--" it was a child. Logan huffed, his anger rebuffed by the small girl's joyous face. A smile almost creeped upon his face--then he killed it. He had seen adorable things before, and none of them made him smile. He sure wasn't going to let some small, adorable, innocent girl in a kimono break him. Not after all these years. 

"Ey, let me have whatever the hell she's talking about." Logan grizzled. 

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