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Logann looked up at him as his coat was thrown at him. After he watched Kendall rush out the door, he smiled softly and laid down on the seat and covered up with the jacket, curling up. He closed his eyes and relaxed there in the middle of the church, body cold as he sweated. Why the hell do I feel so shitty now? I felt fine a while ago... As soon as I got into this ******** church I started feeling terrible. Ugh. If God exists he hates me. He sighed softly and relaxed some more. "Get back sooooon," he whined a bit, curling up some more.

Logann eventually ended up falling asleep, but awakened at the sound of singing. He groaned and covered his ears, curling up into a tighter ball. He felt even worse now. He didn't even know if he could get up he felt so weak. Groaning once again, he felt his whole body going limp from exhaustion and passed out again. In his dream, it was completely black. He was just floating there in the abyss. The only thing he saw was a glowing blue speck. It seemed like it was magic of some sort, so he reached out towards it; he jumped and retracted his hand when a bright orange ball showed up right next to it. "I have to choose?" he said yet no noise came out. Biting his lip, he looked between the two and contemplated. Blue was always Kendall's favourite colour anyway, so he went for the blue again and watched with wide eyes as the blue coloration spread from his fingertips up his arm and through his body. The next thing he knew he was wide awake in a church full of silence. He sat up, feeling much, much stronger than he did and looked around at all of the faces staring at him. That's when he noticed the faint blue glow his skin was emitting. "What the..." He examined his pale blue arm and blinked. "Did I just level up or some s**t?"

Logann, now strong enough to move, got up from the pew and walked out of church, skin still glowing. He walked slowly down the street, Kendall's coat still draped around his shoulders. The whole time he was walking he was staring at his hand. What the hell just happened to him? What the hell was still happening to him? He didn't get it. Since he wasn't at all watching where he was going as he walked, he ran straight in to someone. "Sorry," he mumbled, glancing up at the person briefly before he had to have a double-take. "Ken? It happened to you, too?!" he cried, grabbing Kendall's wrists and staring at his arms, then looking at his face. His whole body was a bright red. Logann let go of Kendall's wrists and blinked a few more times when he looked at his own hands and Kendall's wrists. Both were purple from where the colours meshed. They stayed that way for a few moments before returning to their original colours. "That...was weird..," he mumbled.

Logann rolled his eyes. "What'd you try to take this time?" he asked jokingly before grabbing Kendall's hand and pulling him along towards their run-down home. As soon as they saw flashing lights, they ducked into an alleyway and continued on their trek. Finally reaching home about five minutes later, Logann plopped down on their couch. "Okay...so...I'm blue. And you're red. Together we make purple. This is established." He rubbed his temples a bit. "Now...why the hell did we level up?...or whatever."

Loggan nodded. "I agree with the never stepping foot into a church again thing. I gladly agree with that. No church. Ever. Again." He laughed a little at himself, gaze following Kendall's to the patch of glowing purple where theirselves met. "I bet we could have some grape sex right now," he commented lamely, giving Kendall a goofy grin. "And, to give you my outlook on it, I think we should ask around to see if there's a wizard somewhere around here that could help us train our powers and whatnot. Maybe they could tell us what the hell is making us glow, too."

Loggan gave his best friend a deadpan look. "Dude. You're glowing. Very brightly. You have some kind of cuking special ability somewhere in that sexy body of yours," he told him, eyes rolling as a smirk played out on his lips. "Plus, you know I love watching you work out, so don't dis the working outtage. It's really good when you're shirtless, ya know." He winked only half-playfully and lounged more on the couch, folding his arms behind his head. "Well, I look like a Smurf, and I'm kinda gettin' used to it. This does not bode well, Ken." He sighed softly, rubbing his eyes because they suddenly itched. When he opened them again, they were a dazzling orange, the whites of his eyes black and his pupils turning into cat-like slits. He also yelped a little, sticking his tongue out. It was pointier, but he honestly couldn't tell, and had a drop of blood running off the tip of it. He sucked the organ back into his mouth and pouted. "Damn, are my teeth getting sharper too? Great. Now I'm a demonic Smurf."

Loggan gave him a look before deadpanning again. "I'm still changing, aren't I? Well, s**t. Might as well let my body do what it wills. At least you don't look like a Smurf," he grumbled. Then he had to raise an eyebrow at Kendall's words. "What kinda bad thought, Ken-Ken?" he purred, eyes darkening a bit. He climbed up on top of Kendall slowly, straddling his legs as he looked down on him. He leaned down to his ear and licked it teasingly. "Dirty thoughts?" he breathed, rolling his hips against the man's beneath him. His eyes then unclouded, part of that side of him retreated back. He blinked down at him and stood up quickly. "Maybe you should go out for a bit... Dunno what the hell's wrong with me..," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck, his hair now white as snow and standing up a bit, yet in a slicked-back state. His features seemed sharper--cheekbones, jaw and nose. His ears were pointed as well. it was like he was turning into the demon form of himself.

Loggan was lounging back on the couch now, fingernails long, sharp and black gripping the back of the couch. His pale blue body was sprawled across the couch, head hanging off of the arm of it with black horns about an inch in diameter at the base and three inches long protruding from his hairline. He was biting at his bottom lip with his sharp, sharp teeth, two hook-like fangs digging into the flesh. His long-lashed, amber eyes were closed tightly, and his throat, which had thin black lines wrapped around it, was vibrating with grunts and moans that were escaping him. He was shirtless then, nipples now a midnight blue, happy trail as white as his hair. There was a black tribal design of swirled and patterned marking trailing from his throat down his chest and abdomen as well as his back and arms and probably his legs. But there was no way Kendall had missed the swirled designs wrapping around the other man's d**k that was being roughly stroked by the long-nailed fingers.