Logan had been avidly avoiding all of the drama between the species. The copious concoction of smells intrigued and disturbed him and while the primal part of his animal instinct wanted to run and bite and gnaw, the human part of him overrode and evaded. He was firm on not choosing a side.
When he wasn't in the library where it was quiet, Logan was finding things to lift in effort to stay in shape. Not that he was lanky by any means, he had more taut muscle and toned flesh than most anyone else; exercise was a refreshing way to clear one's mind and senses. Becoming overloaded was not good for his temper.
Presently, Logan was leaned over the piano in the ballroom, making minor adjustments to the strings. The damned thing was in need of a tune-up - it played well enough but the off-key tones drove his hearing into a frenzy. “Damn lazy…” he mumbled to himself.
The flap of the baby grand was up at its highest position, an old, red tool box haphazardly filled with a random assortment of various tools sat cheerfully on the piano bench.
Once in awhile a sound would catch his keen ears and he'd pause in effort to identify it, but for the most part nothing drew him away from his task.
Nimble fingers worked tirelessly, tuning the wires that needed the subtle adjustments.
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Lydia had so far meet a bunch of interesting men in this hotel. Starting with Logan, followed by Eric and lastly Bucky. Each of them had helped her with dealing with this change from the hotel. So for the time being she felt as peace. So with this peace resting over her, she would come to explore the hotel a bit more. The outside for the time being held a darkness to it, yet it was beautiful in it’s own haunting way. Much like she was for the time being.
Her steps would come to bring her to the ballroom, as she heard noises from a familiar voice. Not to mention his scent was something, rare she assumed. Once his feet were located, she would come to tilt her head for the moment. “Having fun?” She asked as steps brought her closer to him. She knew that he was aware who she was, so she didn’t bother to introduce herself or anything of the sort.
She was curious as to why he was fixing the piano, as she came to rest against that piano he was so determined to get up and running.
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Lydia was correct, Logan did know who she was. If her scent didn't give her away her graceful, sweeping steps would. There were many things about a person that defined them more than just the obvious; sometimes the most subtle, trivial things shouted the loudest and Logan had ears which could determine those pitches.
“Always,” Logan replied, not looking up from his task. Nimbly and precise, Logan worked with his hands tending to the instrument as if it were something he'd built on his own.
Finally, Logan found a place to pause.
He slipped from beneath the arm and the lid of the piano and turned to behold the young woman. “You? Ain't see ya around much.” He hoped that in spite of their arrangement due to the circumstances that she wouldn't view him solely as a source of nourishment. He did like being civil when the moments called for it.
For the moment he was content to leave the piano where it currently was in process, willing to divert his attention to address the young woman nearby.
“You gettin’ around ok?” He genuinely was concerned; Logan hoped she was getting out more and not keeping herself so confined.