Re: A fan?
"Hey, you built it!" Baird replied back almost insistently, "stop not taking credit!" Why the fuck would he play down his part? What the hell? A small memory stirred; he quickly shoved it back in its box.
"Yeah, y'know, so short he can suck you off without kneeling. Not that he would," he continued casually, "he ain't worthy of your dick and he'd probably bite it off." His voice didn't dwell on it at all; inflections were kept to a minimum as he breezed through the topic. Yeah. Logan. Whatever.
His yellow-blond eyebrow arched as he replied to Forge's description of the world the dark-haired man came from. "Waitwaitwait.... you're telling me Cyclops went nuts and Logan got put in charge."
Damon paused for a second. He then chuckled dryly and removed the arm around Forge's shoulders. "Okay, what kind of idiot do you think I am? Logan? He shouldn't run a fuckin' coffee shop. And treating you like Spec-Ops? Dude, the Logan I met ain't a commando."
He took a breath,
"Lemme fill you in. Dimensional mashup. Basically people are being yanked from all their other dimensions to here. So wherever the fuck you came from, you ain't there any more. Cheer up, food here's pretty good."