Inside was the man from before, but now Logan could get a good look at him. He lifted the box from the stand gently toward his face. Despite being gentle, the little man moved back and forth a bit uncontrollably. Logan's intense eyes gazed down on this tiny figure.
He had short, spiked, brown hair, his eyes were difficult to make out, they looked green or brown, but he wasn't sure. There was a handlebar mustache and goatee too. He had a large build, well, for his size that is, which wasn't really saying much for the guy. He kept himself fit too, Logan noticed the muscular outlines under his clothes. He was wearing dark blue jeans, some plain white socks, and a long-sleeved gray shirt, no shoes.
"HI THERE!" the little man shouted. Logan pulled his head back a little, for a split second he wondered why he was shouting. It quickly dawned on him that those without ears as sensitive as Logan's would have considerable trouble hearing a voice so small.
"Easy kid," Logan said in a voice just above a whisper, "I can hear you just fine without you shouting"
The man seemed a bit surprised by that, "Really?" he said in a normal voice.
Logan nodded.
"That's a relief, I love my mother and all, but it's difficult for her to hear me, especially with her old age now" he explained.
"I bet" Logan answered, "So, you always been so small?"
"No, I started out even smaller, imagine a baby, but one for people of my size" he stated with a smile, it was meant to be humorous, despite it being true.
Logan didn't say anything.
The man stood up, "I'm Keith by the way" he said, lifting a hand to shake.
Logan almost laughed right out when he realized what Keith was doing, it just seemed so funny. But, he obliged him and brought his index finger up to him slowly and moved it up and down ever so slightly, then removed it.
"So, this is the Xavier Institute?" he said, looking around.
"Yeah," Logan paused, "well, this is just my room, wasn't sure where else to put you for now" Logan explained.
"You're not Xavier?" Keith asked.
"No, old Chuck died recently I'm afraid. Name's Logan" he said.
"Nice to meet you, so... are you a teacher then or...?" Keith asked.
"No. I'm a trainer, teach kids how to defend themselves" Logan stated.
"Oh, alright, so..." Keith trailed off, not sure what else to say.
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