So what's the plan, Tonto? Who: Karr, OT James and Logan What: Training. And snark. Oh dear. When: Tuesday morning, very very early Where: Outside the Haven Warnings: Language, likely some insulting commentary, clashing male egos, possible violence. It was early, very... very early when Karr had been quite literally dragged from his bed. He was somewhat reluctantly back at the Haven, and was engaging in being awake at this hour even more reluctantly. His sarcastic mind was already spinning up insults about how Logan and James must really be into anal if they were so eager to be this far up dawn's asscrack. He had no idea what time it was. Four. Maybe six. Fuck.
Karr stumbled out in his heavy boots, ratty jeans and a t-shirt. His hair, still streaked with red, was unwashed and uncombed. He had opted to leave his leather jacket back at the room, only because he knew Logan got a little stab-happy with his claws from time to time, and Karr simply did not know what he would do if a hole was put in his damn jacket. One large, furry hand rubbed at one groggy eye as he studied the two men before him, shoulders slouched, free hand scratching his ass.
Most anyone with two braincells to rub together would have been intimidated. Logan, his training, his temper and his claws were very well known, by no one more so than Karr. Karr may have known nothing about James, but the look of the man alone should have put the fear of God on him. Instead, the jaded teen gruffed through his nose, folded his arms and did his best to force his sleepy eyes to glare at the two men. "So what's the plan, Tonto? An' don't get any funny ideas," he added, lifting one hand to twirl one finger around, the action intended to point out the darkness of the hour. "Neither of you 're pretty enough fer me to break my 'girls only' streak, no matter how dark it is."