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𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑨𝑵. ([personal profile] carcajous) wrote in [community profile] diademooc 2025-05-26 08:04 pm (UTC)

[ She's close enough he can smell her shampoo. He tips the bottle back. Not bad. Some brand he's never seen before. He eyes the label curiously before setting it down beside him. ]

Yeah, I've been— [ he stretches out a leg ] —stacking crates.

[ The sort of mindless shit he can do between the hours of midnight and 5 A.M., which he prefers over sleeping. He and Charles are still in the same room, anyway, and as much as Logan minds Charles' company the least, he's not naturally inclined to have people in his space. Nearby, sure. But in his room is a different story. Besides, Charles doesn't need anybody hovering over him, either, and Logan's gonna be the last person to try and do that.

It's easier to work graveyard, come back when the sun's up to check in on the Professor. Then he'll usually take off again 'til it's time to grab them something to eat. That's been his routine for the past couple weeks. A slight adjustment to what he was doing before.

He can add sharing a beer with the neighbour to the list now. Or. Yeah, he supposes that's what she is. A neighbour. A friend? Maybe not yet. He doesn't know anything about her outside of her name and that she's from New York. Friend might've taken them to that level where he'd not-so-casually straighten her name tag—but for now, he keeps his fingers wrapped around the bottle's neck. ]

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