Logan cleared his throat, "So, how did your life back home go?"
Keith looked up at him quizzically, not sure what he meant.
"I mean, how did you live, take care of yourself and such. If I know that I might be able to get someone to help you out kid" Logan added.
"Well, first of all I'm not a kid, I'm twenty-seven years old" he paused, letting that sink in, "As for my life at home. My mother bought me a house, my size of course, and had electricity, water, heating, cooling, and all that put into it for me" Keith stated.
"So you were living in a doll house?" Logan asked.
Keith's face contorted slightly, "If that's what you want to call it I guess"
"Easy little guy, just saying that's what it was is all" Logan stated, smirking over the little man's slight anger.
"To someone your size I suppose it would look like that, but it was just as much a house as any your size" Keith said.
"Yeah, except I can't accidentally step on a real house" Logan said. His breath this whole time continued to wash over Keith. The smell of meat and beer was near overpowering, but Keith withstood it. He also didn't reply this time to Logan.
"So where is this pint sized mansion of yours?" Logan asked, getting no response before.
"What? She didn't give you it?" Keith asked, apparently surprised.
"If she did, I wouldn't be asking, now would I?" Logan answered back.
"Damn" Keith said, walking in a small circular motion. "I guess I'll just stay in here then until she remembers... if she remembers" Keith stated.
"My room?" Logan asked.
"Well, if the rest of this place is filled with children and teenagers, then I think it would be best to stay with someone that can protect me" Keith reasoned.
He had a point, but Logan wasn't sure, for one the guy hadn't even asked. "Alright pipsqueak, guess I can put up with you until O finds another place for ya" Logan explained and stood up, walking over to the closet and pulled out a button up red plaid shirt but didn't button it up.
"Where are you going?" Keith asked, having been left on the nightstand.