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𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑨𝑵. ([personal profile] carcajous) wrote in [community profile] diademooc 2025-05-25 09:02 pm (UTC)

[ Beyond the couple of times she's waved at him and he's nodded back, this is the first time they've really spoken again since he rode with her to the city. It's been on his mind, the entire incident. He even went back to see if the diner was still there. Nothing. He might've been off course a bit, but he's pretty sure he returned to the right road. Instead of the diner, there was an empty playground. No monsters.

When Karen tilts to look, Logan straightens up. His bike's propped up with a makeshift stand on the other side; from the oil draining into what looks like a brownie pan (he's working with what he's got, alright?), she can guess what it is he's doing. It's still coming out in a steady flow—meaning, yeah, he can take a break while he waits for it to empty. ]


Good timing. [ He moves to sit on the parking curb, leaving room for her next to him. Probably comes as no surprise to her that he's got a bottle opener on his keys, an old one that came along with him into this dimension.

He gestures at the name tag pinned to her shirt. ]
I like that, it's nice. Official.

[ Came off shift from the store, huh? Makes him wonder what she was doing back home. He didn't have much of a life to upend; it was already in chaos long before the world collapsed and after, well. You know.

But everybody else? What were they doing when they fell out of their lives? Jobs, families, kids. All of it, just left behind. ]

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