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“You sure about this, kid?” The bus driver asked, stopping in the Giant district.
“I’m not a kid.” Virgil huffed, getting up and off the bus. Not another human soul joined him. After all, who’d be stupid enough to go into the Giant district at this time of night? Apparently a 16 year old piece of trash who couldn’t stand to spend the evening at home.
Virgil pulled his jacket closer to his body, stalking down the sidewalk with his hood up. It was harder to find the house in the dark, but the blaring music made it easy to identify. Virgil pulled out his industrial headphones. He put them on, knowing he would need protection to keep any of his hearing where he was going.
Virgil reached the house. He knew that Logan wouldn’t be able to hear him knock even without the music, so he walked around the side of the house to his own entrance. Logan’s room was in the basement. There was a little window at ground level that was left open. There was a screen, but previously Virgil had loosened it so that it could be pulled out of the way just enough for him to squeeze through.
Virgil looked around the room, spotting Logan with his back turned over by the desk. The giant was leaning back in his chair, feet kicked up on the desk and drawing on his right arm with a sharpie.
Since it wasn’t very far from the window to a bookcase below the ledge, Virgil made the jump down. From there Virgil began to climb down the bookcase to the ground using a ladder attached to the side. He could remember the first few times he came over to Logan’s house and had to be completely dependent on Logan to get around. That sucked, especially since during those days the two didn’t know each other very well.
Virgil had never been a fan of being carried around by giants, but now if it had to be done there was no one he’d trust more than Logan. Though the giant looked intimidating with his punk interior, his harsh words hid a caring friend. Nowadays Logan never hesitated to fight someone when they tried to talk down about humans. He’d rip them apart using facts, or on the occasion that proved fruitless he’d just use force. It was an awesome, terrifying sight to behold.
Virgil reached the desk, climbing up the side with the help of another ladder. At this point Logan must have noticed him. Out of the corner of Virgil’s eyes he saw Logan shift, and a second later the music blaring from the stereo was considerably quieter. However, when Virgil reached the desktop Logan was back to focusing on his arm.
“Whatcha doing?” Virgil asked, taking off his headphones.
“Testing some new tattoo ideas.” Logan explained. “I want to see how it’ll look first.”
“Isn’t a sharpie kind of permanent?” Virgil pointed out.
“Less permanent than a tattoo.” Logan shrugged, causing Virgil to roll his eyes. “Besides, if it’s easily removable there’s no risk. No risk, no reward.” Logan pulled his feet off the desk, leaning forward to show Virgil the outline of the solar system drawn down the length of his forearm.
“Nice.” Virgil nodded in approval.
“I figured I’d get it with color, too.” Logan explained, opening a drawer to pull out a colored sharpie. He put his arm on the desk, beginning to color in the outline. “So, how long are you staying?” Logan asked after a minute, only now addressing the fact that Virgil didn’t actually live here. He certainly didn’t mind Virgil’s presence.
“...Can I sleep over?” Virgil asked, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. “My parents are fighting again.”
“Yeah, of course.” Logan shrugged. “I’m not sure why you’d want to spend more time here though.”