Karr had left the kitchen and made a straight line for Logan's room, all his hair itching like it wanted to stand on end. He strode up to the door and rather than knock or even try the knob, he planted the heel of one foot into it, effectively exploding the door open. Logan had been nowhere to be found the past few days, but Karr could still detect his scent in the room, which meant he had been there recently. A growl started low in Karr's belly, frustration balled in the very core of his being before it tore its way up his chest and out his mouth, his hands balling into fists as the short spikes that served as his claws jutted from his knuckles. "What the HELL?!" He roared at the top of his lungs, trying to find some release for his frustrations, but found none.
He twisted his body, teeth gritted as he kicked a duffel laying near the door hard enough to send it flying across the room and against the wall. He dropped to a low, crouched stance and held his fists at his side, growling at some invisible opponent as if that display would drive his fury away. He really was remarkably like his father at moments. Now he really was starting to believe this was some kind of trick, trap or deception, his insecurities all but eating him alive and fueling his temper. "GrrrAARFUCK THIS!" He growled loudly out, stomping out of the room and down the hall. Faces of a few residents who had peered out to see what the commotion was popped quickly back into their rooms, doors snapping shut. Karr may not have been as deadly as his father, but no one wanted to deal with the anger of that particular bloodline.
Karr's mind spun all manner of paranoid, complex and downright cruel scenarios for why Logan would have chosen to not give him what he thought was such important information. His claws extended and retracted, splitting quick-healing skin again and again as he stormed to his room. That was it, he was grabbing his shit and getting out of here. Whatever the reason, he was not going to be jerked around like this, he had better shit to do and that Brotherhood shit sounded more fun. Fuck Logan and the horse he rode in on, fuck this place and this goddamn dream. It was every man for his damn self, and this only enforce that further to Karr's enraged brain.
He was grumbling darkly to himself, spittle clinging to the corners of his lips, eyes slightly hazy with anger by the time he reached his room, so intent on grabbing a bag to stuff his belongings into that his tunnel vision caused him not to notice that he had company right away. The look of shock on his face when he turned to grab his favorite leather jacket and found Logan seated in his room would have been comical, if not for the fact that he bodily lunged at the man in the next moment. "The HELL're YOU doin' here?!" He roared, aiming a right hook for Logan's jaw before his claws popped from his knuckles, the enraged youth taking blind swipes at the much more experienced fighter. "You gotta lotta nerve! Fuck OFF, ya bastard!"
He was not trying to bite Logan just yet, so things apparently were not going too badly.