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Wyatt unlocked the doors and sat down in his seat, starting it up. It was plain inside...very plain. He didn't spend a lot of money on decorations, or anything. "You should be able to do what you want, within limits of fair laws." Wyatt fixed him with a pointed stare.
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Logan disliked it when Wyatt stared at him like that, it was similar to something his father did to him when he felt like it was important for him to hear, as if it were a lecture. "Should is the word in question, can is the actual problem..." Logan looked out the window, "Can we just stop talking about this already?"
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Wyatt started to drive after Logan's last words, backing out of his space. "Tell me what is preventing you from your own personal happiness," he said, simply. He couldn't understand what could possibly be in the way. Wyatt was quick to drop people and things that caused him or people he truly cared about distress...he rarely let anything get in the way of what he wanted.
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Logan glared at him, "Why are you so insistent, its not like its your life." he was now annoyed, Logan couldn't understand why Wyatt would ever care about his life anyway. It wasn't long ago that he had insulted him anyway, and it wasn't like Logan treated him any better.
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"It bothers me," Wyatt replied, shortly. He was often simple in his words, when he wasn't trying to explain something. He was moving at exactly the speed limit on this particular road.
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"You're really strange you know that?" Logan said before rolling down his window to let the fresh air blow through his hair. He ignored the topic they had discussed altogether and went quiet again, he was quite stubborn when he wanted to be. The reason he didn't want to tell Wyatt was because he didn't really trust him yet, nor was he looking for advice.
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"I have been told that before, yes." Wyatt accepted the silence, as he drove home. Since he was driving, they were going to work on the project, for now, at his house. He assumed that Logan already knew that...he just hoped he wasn't too frightened by the Aisenyl household. They were certainly not normal people. Wyatt's room had to be the worst.
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Logan rolled his eyes, great he knew he was strange, and probably liked hearing that. After sometime passed the arrived at a large house which he assumed was Wyatt's it was pretty dark. Logan looked around amazed, "This is your place?" it wasn't a typical property that was for sure.
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"This is my home." It was a tall, old manor home. It was big...and old-fashioned. It wasn't falling apart, but it was made to look dark and dreary, standing out without meaning to in the nice neighborhood it was in. The yard was well-kept but very crowded with plants of all different shapes and sizes, and there were vines creeping up the free sides of the house.
Wyatt stepped out of the car after parking it in the cobblestone driveway, grabbing his messenger bag and closing the door. He noted that his mother wasn't home, but his brother, Tzalmon, probably was. |
Logan practically gawked at the building for a minute, it was very old fashioned, but you could still tell they held a fair amount of money. Something about it made his skin tingle just a bit, it was pretty strange, "You're not going to lure me inside and murder me are you?" He joked as they got out the car.
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"I could."
Wyatt didn't say anything else on the topic, though it seemed to amuse him quite a bit. He headed up towards the door, not bothering to take the pathway--it had been attacked in the past few years by very invasive plants that practically ate it up. He instead took a less-crowded path through the yard. When he reached the door, he stuck his hand into his pocket, digging for his key, and then opened the door. The inside was lit, but not too much. Even the interior decorations and furniture were dark. It seemed the front door led into a small entrance hall. It had three doors--one on the left, one on the right, and one directly in front of them. At the noise of the front door opening, they suddenly had eyes on them from the door in front of them. There was a small, hooded figured standing in the doorway--he'd moved there silently from the room behind him. He had a indiscernible eye color...but from this distance, it looked almost if they were... ...red? "Hello, brother," Wyatt said, simply, as he closed the door behind them. |
Logan gave Wyatt a strange look, something about him made Logan wonder if he really was serious. Of course with his luck today he managed to get paired with the psychopath that takes his partners home to murder them. As the thought played in his mind he absentmindedly followed Wyatt to his door.
Even the way the door opened was creepy, Logan stuck his hands in his pockets as he moved slowly inside. "Why couldn't I have gotten a normal partner..." he muttered under his breath. There was another figure standing opposite of them, and even his so called brother was strange, when he looked closely his eyes looked red. Logan let out a cough, he was becoming uncomfortable. |
Wyatt didn't seem to care all that much that Logan appeared uncomfortable. He would get over it, soon. He patted his brother on the head, and then scurried towards the archway on their left, which led to a flight of stairs. "This way. My room is where I keep all my computers."
Computers. Yes, two. One for school purposes and the other for leisure and gaming. |
Logan didn't say anything to Wyatt's brother as he passed, merely just staring at him on his way to the staircase. It had then occurred to him he had said something funny, "Computers?" Sure it was obvious that he'd have a computer but he didn't know why one person would need more than one at a time.
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"One for school, and one for leisure and gaming. The latter computer was purchased for my brother. He didn't want it, and gave it to me," Wyatt explained, absently, as he walked. The stairs were spiral ones, that were creaky and a tad unstable. Wyatt's room wasn't filthy, but it wasn't impeccable, either. Either way, he didn't much care for what Logan would think.
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Logan listened silently as they made their way up the stairs, he wanted to ask if they were stable enough to hold them but he went against the thought. "Who wouldn't want a computer..." he mumbled under his breath, the idea baffled him. He began to wonder if Wyatt's brother wasn't really his brother but some monster, no wonder it wouldn't need a computer.
They arrived at his room shortly, and once they looked inside he was surprised, he expected it to be spotless, "Don't you have a maid?" he blurted. |
"We used to. She was scared away, by my pets." Wyatt jerked a thumb to the other side of the room. The entire wall on that side of the room was taken up by a big glass tank, coated in dark red light near the top. Inside, it looked like there were thick leaves and mud coating the bottom of it. When one looked closer...
...they were snakes. Huge...giant...snakes. Two of them. Reticulated pythons, probably illegal to own without the proper training and licensing. The smaller one was asleep, but the bigger one slowly raised its arrow-shaped head up to greet Wyatt. Other than the snakes, there were many other interesting things laying around Wyatt's room. Many gaming systems, for one--expensive ones, and old ones. Odd little trinkets that seemed so out of place--a spring, a screw, a few random crafts supplies and empty DVD cases--littered his floor, desk, and bed. |
"No... kidding...." Logan said with a laugh looking around, clearly any woman would be scared of a snake like that. As it reared its head he approached it, he never really had seen one before. To Logan a snake had never been a pet option, nor would he want it to be, he was a little scared of it but he wouldn't show that, besides it was behind glass-- it couldn't hurt him.
"So this is the part you throw me in a pit with your snakes right?" Logan knew it'd probably bug Wyatt, but he didn't care, it was obvious that he was strange, and they hadn't really got along well so far. |
"Maybe it is," Wyatt replied, simply. "The snake with her head up is Matilda. The sleeping one is Bella. They are not nice to strangers." He didn't say anything more on them as he bustled about the room, digging through piles of random trinkets until he unearthed a purple laptop and a red laptop. He held the red one out to Logan.
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Logan didn't wait for Wyatt to ask him to sit down, he simply plopped himself onto his bed without a word. He half listened to Wyatt talk about the names of his snakes as he looked around his somewhat messy room. For some reason Logan couldn't really get a handle on Wyatt and why he was the way he was, especially when they could have been so much a like... yet they were so different.
He clued back in when a laptop was held out in front of him, "Don't you think that's a bit counter productive?" he said with a smirk, "You and I both know if I have a laptop I'm going to do everything but research." Clearly Logan hadn't really intended on working on the project just now, the only thing that was holding him here was the fact that he needed to pass this assignment. |
"For your grade, perhaps," Wyatt countered, shortly. For the first time, his voice held just a bit of venom in it. It was a warning. If Logan didn't work, Wyatt also wouldn't work. And nothing would get done.
Wyatt had already concluded that he if he was stuck doing all of the work, he would make sure the teacher knew he had done all or 99.9% of it. He was not going to look like a fool just to earn his project partner an easy A. |
Logan ignored Wyatt by leaning back on the bed so his hands crossed behind his head comfortably. "What, Wyatt, you're afraid to actually work WITH me, rather than beside me, isn't that a little anti-social?" He was trying to get under his skin, but Logan was partially right, he knew they wouldn't get much done researching on their own as they could be covering the same things and not even notice it, and it would sound extremely disjointed in the end as they do work differently.
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"My laptop, the purple one, has the presentation materials downloaded on it. That one, does not. Besides, we would be sitting next to each other anyway, and--if you are done being a complete prick--we should divide up research topics beforehand." Wyatt's voice had lost the venom it had before. Instead, he simply sounded bored with Logan's attitude. He began to boot up his laptop to entertain himself.
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Logan smiled when Wyatt called him a prick, it felt well deserved at this moment, and he was proud that the had at least pushed his buttons to start something. The thing about Wyatt that bugged Logan was that he bottled everything up, and he wasn't really showing how he felt, or anything, he pretended like he was cool and collected all the time, which isn't true for most people.
Instead of getting up, he still laid there and now brought his hand near his face examining his nails which often would get dirty. Logan enjoyed being clean and it had become a habit. "Even the way you talk when you're angry is boring... how are we ever going to present anything interesting. Let me guess, your research is a snore as well?" Logan yawned only confirming his statement. |
"I doubt I will have to speak to our audience in an overly-enthusiastic voice, but if you think you can do better, then by all means, go for it." Wyatt, as promised, was not doing anything related to their project on his laptop. Instead, he was playing Solitaire. He wouldn't go back on his word.
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