Brandy's eyes widened in amazement, this man was just like her. She too had been searching for her past for years and it seems as though this man just might be the clue she had been hoping for. Brandy decided that if she wanted to discover anything about her past she had to spend as much time with Logan as possible.
Brandy snapped out of her thoughts, smiled, and cocked her head, "Do you have a place to stay?"
Schink! Logan retracted his claws and smiled, "No. No, I don't."
"Would you like to stay at my place?"
"Do you think yer parents would approve of you bringin' home strange men to spend the night," Logan teased.
Brandy laughed and began to walk with her back to Logan, "I'm not as young as you think I am," she called back to him.
Logan caught up to Brandy and they both walked, side by side, about the distance of half a block in silence. Each was lost in there own thoughts about how the other might help them fill in their lost past.
Logan was the first to speak, "So, how old are you?"
"I'm about 32 years old."
"Yeah, right...And I'm about 121/2 years old," Logan laughed out loud.
"No, I'm serious," Brandy replied adamently.
"Okay, okay. I believe you." But he didn't, he just figured he'd let it go before Brandy got pissed. Logan didn't want to lose the free room and board she had offered on a count of something like an unbelievable age.
Brandy knew that Logan was lying, there was no way he believed her. She didn't really mind though, she never expected him to believe that she was actually 32. The truth was, sometimes she didn't even believe that 32 was her real age instead of the twenty years she looked.
They both walked about another two blocks in silence. Logan looked around at the apartment complexes and dark allies that surrounded him and wondered where, among all these building, Brandy lived. He got his answer soon enough.
Brandy stopped in front of one of the many brick buildings that ran the complete length of the sidewalk. Brandy turned to Logan and whispered playfully, "This is my place, wanna come up?"
"Oh yeah," Logan smirked.
Brandy snapped out of her thoughts, smiled, and cocked her head, "Do you have a place to stay?"
Schink! Logan retracted his claws and smiled, "No. No, I don't."
"Would you like to stay at my place?"
"Do you think yer parents would approve of you bringin' home strange men to spend the night," Logan teased.
Brandy laughed and began to walk with her back to Logan, "I'm not as young as you think I am," she called back to him.
Logan caught up to Brandy and they both walked, side by side, about the distance of half a block in silence. Each was lost in there own thoughts about how the other might help them fill in their lost past.
Logan was the first to speak, "So, how old are you?"
"I'm about 32 years old."
"Yeah, right...And I'm about 121/2 years old," Logan laughed out loud.
"No, I'm serious," Brandy replied adamently.
"Okay, okay. I believe you." But he didn't, he just figured he'd let it go before Brandy got pissed. Logan didn't want to lose the free room and board she had offered on a count of something like an unbelievable age.
Brandy knew that Logan was lying, there was no way he believed her. She didn't really mind though, she never expected him to believe that she was actually 32. The truth was, sometimes she didn't even believe that 32 was her real age instead of the twenty years she looked.
They both walked about another two blocks in silence. Logan looked around at the apartment complexes and dark allies that surrounded him and wondered where, among all these building, Brandy lived. He got his answer soon enough.
Brandy stopped in front of one of the many brick buildings that ran the complete length of the sidewalk. Brandy turned to Logan and whispered playfully, "This is my place, wanna come up?"
"Oh yeah," Logan smirked.