Bluey

== Revised (Connor) text ==
Date/Timing: ~2035
Setting: Powerpuff Place; Lane Cove, Australia
Logan wakes, pricks his ears.
Rattling.
He sighs.
Oozes off the mattress, pads—
Builds a duvet-and-pillow wall between Feng and the edge.
—pads along the hall—
Scraping.
—checks each door.
Mumbling from Bubbles' room.
Snoring from Blossom's room.
Silence from Button's room.
Logan gazes heavenward, heads for the kitchen.
A /bang from the dojo office.
Freezes.
Muffled cursing.
Puts on his metaphorical cats' feet, slinks down the stairs—avoids the squeaky fifth one—sneaks over to the office door, peers inside.
One person—not a big one, so probably a teenager—digging in the file cabinet.
Clears his throat.
"Fu—!" squeaks the kid, spinning, trying to spot him in the dark.
Logan clicks his tongue in that disappointed way—
Kid lunges for him—
—twists, seizes the kid's wrist, slams them back against the wall—
—grunts—
—pins their arm above their head—
—squirms—
—projects, 'knock it off', loud and clear.
—sulks into a more relaxed posture, grumbles, "Ye got me. Now what?"
Logan's brain tickles, but he releases their arm, steps back, leans against the opposite wall.
Kid processes that Logan's /right next to the door.
Logan waits.
"Uh, can you turn on the light?"
Flips the switch.
Kid—
Jesus /Christ, Chuckles is back from the dead.
That ... that's /seriously fucked up.
—blinks rapidly.
Logan doesn't gape, crosses his arms.
"Soooo—" Chuckles-the-Second rubs his neck. "—yea, I broke in."
Raises his eyebrow, 'no, really'.
"Was looking for cash—didn't find any."
Snorts, 'of course not'.
Chuckles grumbles, "Then you showed up."
Tips an imaginary hat.
Chuckles scowls. "What the fuck's wrong with you, anyway? Why aren't you saying anything?"
Logan rolls his eyes. 
"Can't you talk like a /normal person?" growls Chuckles.
>"Not exactly."
"Oh." Shuffles his feet. "So, umm, why aren't you calling the police?"
>"Did'ye break a window on the way in?"
Chuckles shakes his head.
>"Then, no harm, no foul." Logan shrugs. >"Want a snack?"
"The fuck?"
>"Break-ins always made me hungry."
Chuckles shrugs. "What the hell."
Logan pushes off, leads the way up the stairs to the kitchen, Chuckles shtumping after.
Snoring from atop the fridge.
Logan sighs, opens—
Chuckles flicks on the lights.
—whirls, hisses—
Button sits up, rubbing his eyes.
"Th' /fuck?!" yelps Chuckles.
—cringes.
Hank and Snapdragon skitter off the fridge and shoot out the door.
"There's a fuckin' /kid on your fridge!"
"'mornin', Dad," yawns Button. 
Logan waves, offers a lift down.
Button scootches over, leans out.
Logan catches him, sets his feet on the floor.
Chuckles scowls. "Why do you keep your kid in the kitchen?"
"It's waaaaarm up there," coos Button.
"What if you fall off, ye fruit loop?"
Hands on hips, shoulders back. "I won't /fall: Uncle Feng says I'm a tree-dweller!"
"Your kid's crazy."
Logan shrugs helplessly, opens the fridge, digs for leftovers.
== Original (Sean) version ==
Date/Timing: ~2035
Setting: Powerpuff Place; Australia
Logan wakes, pricks his ears.
Rattling downstairs.
Rolls his eyes.
Rustling.
Slides out from under Bubbles' arm, doesn't jostle Blossom.
/tump
Grabs a torch, puts on his metaphorical cats' feet.
Scraping.
Pads down the stairs.
/bang
Tracks it to the home office.
Muffled cursing.
Stifles a sigh, peers in.
One person—not a big one—probably a teenager.
Blocks the door, aims the torch right at—
"Fu—!" squeaks the kid, trying to shield their eyes.
Logan clicks his tongue in that disappointed way—
Kid lunges for him—
—twists, seizes the kid's wrist, slams them back against the wall—
—"Oof!"—
—pins their arm above their head—
—squirms—
—projects, 'knock it off', loud and clear.
—sulks into a more relaxed posture, grumbles, "Ye got me. Now what?"
Logan releases their arm, steps back, sits on the edge of the desk.
Kid processes that Logan's between them and the door.
Logan waits.
"Uh, mind if I turn on the light?"
Inclines his head.
/click
Kid—a proper bluey right down to the freckles—blinks rapidly.
Logan swings his feet.
"Soooo—" Bluey rubs their neck. "—yea, I broke in."
Rolls his eyes, 'no, really'.
"Was looking for cash—didn't find any."
Snorts, 'of course not'.
Bluey grumbles, "Then you showed up."
Tips an imaginary hat.
Bluey scowls. "What th' fuck's wrong with you, anyway? Why aren't you saying anything?"
Logan rolls his eyes. 
"Can't you talk like a /normal person?" growls Bluey.
>"Not exactly."
"Oh." Shuffles his feet. "So, umm, why aren't you calling the police?"
>"Did'ye break a window on the way in?"
Bluey shakes his head.
>"Then, no harm, no foul." Logan shrugs. >"You hungry?"
Bluey's stomach whines.
Logan snickers, pushes to his feet, strolls to the kitchen.
Bluey trumps along behind.
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