On Freud's Footprints [Manoneno1 x LynxAmelia] [Inactive]

Logan kept smiling even he didn't exactly mean to hear her life story but only about medical things, but he enjoyed hearing them also and didn't bother him. He grinned at his coffee-sentence. "Could be, yes. The growing of the life. Such a beautiful, exotic thing. Unique", he sighed as he took another sip. "With all it's pros and cons", he added and smiled then a bit more, fluently raising his brows as he asked about his past few years. "Weell my daughter moved away, I stopped smoking aand gained a bit of weight because of it?", he pondered the final fact. "I'm too scared to so anything about it, I'm afraid", he explained with a smile.
 
Clair let out yet another soft laugh. It surprised her the number of times she seemed to be doing it. "You do know that smoking has nothing to do with weight gain, don't you?" she asked, grinning quite a bit, "Rather it should be the opposite. If you have completely quit nicotine that is." When she tried to take another sip of the coffee, she found the cup empty. A cute pout appeared on her face as she peered down the cup. "It's gone," she said, almost childishly, her expression one that would usually be on the face of one whose confession of love had been turned down.


She placed the cup back on the table before placing her hands flat on the table and putting her chin on top of the lot, staring into the side of the cup. "I can't believe it is gone already," she mumbled, her tone one of deep sorrow.
 
Logan raised his brows softly. "Oh? But it reduces the need of food so you start to eat more and your body is not adapted to such calories, am I right?", he asked as he leaned his chin to his fingers. Pursing a bit his lips, he took his wallet and gave few bucks to her. "Go take another and something good for yourself. I hate to see you with that sad pout."
 
Clair lifted her head and shook it a little. "It's alright," she said smiling a little, "I'll get over it." She was unsure herself whether she actually regretted not having more coffee or the kind of 'euphoria', for the lack of a better term, it gave her. Her feline nature was once again the cause of this, though the effect per say was diluted and she did not end up having a convulsion as would be the case if a small cat consumed as much coffee.


Then she tilted her head back and let out a sigh, pushing the cup away from her sight. "Well, where do we start, professor?" she asked, placing her elbows on the table now and leaning forward.
 
"Okay then", he said as he put his funds back to his wallet, pushing it back to his hide pocket and digging few thick books from his bag. "What exactly have you read about?", he asked from her.
 
"Well," Clair began, scratching her head sheepishly, her blue eyes dropping to her lap, "I haven't exactly been studying." Her voice suddenly grew silent, almost as though she was confessing to her mother that she had broken a precious heirloom. "But I can explain," she said, panicking a little, "I.. I tried studying from a basic textbook but it all seemed like Greek to me, and I don't even know to read Greek." She was mentally flailing her arms, trying to convince the professor that she was not a waste of time and that she was truly interested in the course. "Perhaps I need help," she said, looking back to her lap once more, her fingers fidgeting with each other.
 
Logan pouted a bit, frowning. "Just when I praised you, oh well", he said with a slightly sad tone, but then he smiled. "It's okay, you had some fun out there in jungle didn't you?", he asked and raised his brow a bit. "Anyhow, I can spend this day with you and the book, I don't have program for today."
 
Jungle? Clair panicked once more. At least until she realized he'd seen her car out there in the woods. "Ah yes," she said with a sheepish grin, scratching the back of her head shyly, "I love going there." Upon hearing his idea, she nodded quickly, "I do appreciate it, professor," she said, smiling up at him, "Perhaps I will be able to actually understand something with you explaining?" she asked, rather hopefully. She personally did not want to offend the man, nor did she want her reputation to waver, "I do apologize for my shortcomings though," she said, nodding a little.
 
"No no problem, I have got worse students too!", he laughed and smiled. "Say, do you want to come over me? It would be more cozy for us both. Or I come over you? It's not far away, I came by foot, you see."
 
Clair raised her brows in surprise at the invitation but shrugged and nodded a little, "That would be wonderful, professor. Please don't mind me if I take you up on that offer." Then she set about putting her notes and the coat back into her bag before picking it up onto her lap, her foot tapping in eagerness. "Shall we go then?" she asked, with another one of her cheerful smiles, "I promise not to be a bother."
 
"Yes sure", he said briskly and took his books in his bag, walking to the doors. "Are you by your car? We probably go with it if you don't come here anymore today?"
 
"I probably won't," Clair admitted, getting to her feet herself. Then she headed out of the doors of the cafeteria, a little slowly to wait for Logan. "I'm done with my lecture for the day," she said before thinking a little, "I don't think I have any till Friday." Almost instinctively, she held out a hand to him, probably expecting him to take it and walk with her. If she had given it more thought, she would've known how silly and rather hilarious, not to mention, rumor - inducing, it would probably look to the many students that pass them if they saw the prodigious little lecturer heading to the parking lot with the eccentric, aging professor.
 
Logan pulled his hand instinctively away, smiling with an apologizing way. "I think that is not the best time for that, I'm sorry", he said slightly amused. He liked her action, thought: felt like they would be father and daughter. "So, have you always thought you wanted to be a doctor?"
 
Clair winced and bit her tongue in embarrassment. "Force of habit, sorry," she apologized, her eyes dropping to her feet as she walked on. "Being a doctor wasn't exactly a 'calling' or a 'childhood dream' for me. I wanted something to challenge me, medicine does that," she said, shrugging a little as she walked on, stuffing her free hand into her pocket.
 
"No problem", he answered modesty and stepped inside the car. "Nice car", he commented and hoped she won't listen radio. he didn't like nearly all kind of music strangely. He only liked when he played himself one.
 
Clair nodded a little, "Thank you, professor," she said as she slipped into the driver's seat of the car and depositing her bag in the backseat. After waiting for Logan to get in, she began pulling out of the parking lot with ease. "Which way?" she asked, her tone slightly absent-minded. She hoped they wouldn't be passing through the forest though. She just might get too tempted...
 
"From next turn-off to the left, and then drive past pair of turn-offs and then to the left again and pull over to the first duplex's parking slot", he instructed.
 
"Alrighty," Clair said as she began driving. Eyes on the road, eyes on the road. There wasn't much on the road for her to see though and she began getting rather tempted to simply slam on the brakes and go out into the forest. They began veering off the road as her eyes drifted to the trees. "Oof!" she yelp as she righted the car again and shook her head a little. Eyes on the road, Clair. Eyes on the road!


Remembering his instructions, she pulled into the parking lot of the house, sighing at their brush with near death. "Sorry about that," she squeaked, stepping out of the car. The house was huge enough to make her mouth drop open just a bit. Mainly because she had never been able to afford anything more spacious than her tiny apartment. She sighed again. The perks of being close to retirement...
 
"No problem..", he answered and rose his brow a bit, interested what she really did in the forest. Opening door, he stepped inside his home. Clair probably didn't thought the entrace cozy: the eccentric furnitures highlighted walls' black texture.


"Coffee, tea?", he suggested again as she needed back there. Walking deeper in his apartment, walls were covered with friend- and familypictures. They were well organized, sorted in family- and friendpictures. It seemed like he appreciated relationships a lot, and he did indeed. You wouldn't recognize him im the pictures what has seen their best days: awfully thin man with big eyes only to remember him of his nowadays appearance. Putting the water boiler on, he glanced her. "Pardon if I creep you out with my furnishing, I have heard they are spooky."
 
"Indeed they are.." Clair mumbled as she walked into the room rather hesitantly. "Tea for me, please," she called out as she deposited her bag on an odd table there. The walls were adorned with pictures of the professor with various other people. Peering at them closely, she could barely identify Logan in his earliest days.
 
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Logan found only his own made tea, putting it to a teakettle, letting it to stew, he come to her and took his notes and book from his bag, glancing the pictures what she looked. "Wasn't my best days, as you see", he answered with a sorryful smile. "Lost several years to illnesses."
 
Illness... Clair was almost tempted to ask what it was but she knew it was probably none of her business. Then she made her way to him before sniffing the air. "That smells lovely," she said, smiling at the man, "I don't suppose you got it at supermarket, did you?" she added with a chuckle. She didn't know whether she was allowed to sit, so she kept standing before him, peering at his notes a little.
 
"No,I didn't. I grow herbs and such", he explained and smiled. "Please sit", he suggested to her. "It has mint and chamomile, briskly tea even chamomile makes you a bit weary", he explained as he poured the light green tea to himself and to her. "Say, what were you doing in the forest? I'm sorry, I'm curious. You can be, too."
 
Clair gave a nervous chuckle as she sat down on the edge of the couch and picked up her cup, nodding her thanks. "Oh you know, just wandering," she said before sipping at the tea, "I say, this tastes absolutely lovely," she exclaimed. It was indeed, she liked the preparation a lot, though she knew she wouldn't have the patience to actually grow it. "You have got to give some to me sometime," she said, shaking her head with a chuckle and sipping on it some more, her eyes closed as she hummed in enjoyment. And maybe, just maybe... purred?
 
Logan smiled and dropped his eyelids flattered, then raising his other brow as she purred. "We share a same thing, don't we Clair?", he asked slightly mischiefly and smiled. "I promise I won't tell anybody."
 
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