<div class="floatleft">(http://i1253.photobucket.com/albums/hh596/honoraryorange/MU/Characters/3f8fb482-4d30-4e04-9e42-e0c921f6254b_zpsf053236a.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name</strong>: Daken<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Headmaster's Office<br/><strong>Date</strong>: September 1, morning<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Shirtless, black jeans, tattoos, shirt tucked into back of pants<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Wolverine<br/><hr/>Daken had rarely kept such a tight reign on his emotions as he did now. He wasn't sure if he was more angry with Romulus for the lies, or for slipping and allowing him to find out the truth. His life was simpler when he had a clear reason to hold onto his hatred. Even as he pondered these things, he wondered if it meant he truly believed Logan.<br/><br/>Neither of the pair were ever the type to talk much of feelings, not openly at least.<br/><br/>"I don't really know what to think," he said, "And this isn't something that will be easy. But I want to hear more. About mother. And about you."<br/><br/>A few more seconds passed, "And I'm not sure how we should do this. But I'll put up with whatever conditions you want." His gaze darkened, "But if I ever get the hint you're lying..." He left the threat unsaid, both of them knew how things were before and how dangerous they were to each other.