[ when logan comes back, peter is at the booth with the flower pots, already holding the turtle carefully in one hand. he's distracted with one display to notice logan at first, blinking up at him only after registering his voice. ]
... Hm? Oh. That was fast. [ he straightens up and hands a few bills to the owner, wrapping up the turtle with newspaper and shoving it in his pocket. there's a food truck parked near them that he makes his way towards. ] I'm good. Sandwich?
Yeah. [ Logan's head tilts slightly as he considers the turtle fitting in Peter's clothes, but he bites another third of the tomato as he follows Peter's lead.
He's popped the last of the tomato into his mouth when the menu's readable, and he glances from it to Peter with a thumb jabbed in its direction. ] You want anything here?
Gotta balance all those energy drinks out, Maximoff.
[ the turtle sticks out weirdly from his pocket but it's not like he really cares. he's more preoccupied with staring at the menu without wanting to get one of everything on it. life is hard when you're poor and in debt with a cat to feed. ]
I'm totally balanced. [ he's half paying attention to what logan is saying, rocking back and forth on his feet restlessly while making a mmm sound. eventually, ] Split something with me? Whatever you're gonna get.
[ logan holds out the sandwich and peter's hands are still stuffed in his pockets, still processing the two sandwiches instead of just one; the tomato bag and the way logan says you like those, the way his head tilts briefly. he thinks about leaning forward and ripping the sandwich with his teeth.
focus. focus.
the bread crunches and flakes beneath his fingers as he pulls it apart. the tangy smell of the dressing hits his nose and wakes him up a little more, and when he bites into it, he feels life slowly filtering back into his body. ]
They're okay, [ he says around a mouthful of sandwich. ] Do you?
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... Hm? Oh. That was fast. [ he straightens up and hands a few bills to the owner, wrapping up the turtle with newspaper and shoving it in his pocket. there's a food truck parked near them that he makes his way towards. ] I'm good. Sandwich?
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He's popped the last of the tomato into his mouth when the menu's readable, and he glances from it to Peter with a thumb jabbed in its direction. ] You want anything here?
Gotta balance all those energy drinks out, Maximoff.
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I'm totally balanced. [ he's half paying attention to what logan is saying, rocking back and forth on his feet restlessly while making a mmm sound. eventually, ] Split something with me? Whatever you're gonna get.
[ he'll feel less bad about him paying again. ]
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[ So he's going to order two sandwiches, both of them with chicken in it. The only real difference is the choice of vegetables and the dressing.
The first sandwich is placed in his tomato bag, and the other one is held Peter's way so he can rip half of it off.
(Though clearly Logan wouldn't mind if he took the whole damn thing.) ]
This one has cucumbers. [ His head tilts a few degrees to the side. ] You like those?
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focus. focus.
the bread crunches and flakes beneath his fingers as he pulls it apart. the tangy smell of the dressing hits his nose and wakes him up a little more, and when he bites into it, he feels life slowly filtering back into his body. ]
They're okay, [ he says around a mouthful of sandwich. ] Do you?