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𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑨𝑵. ([personal profile] carcajous) wrote in [community profile] diademooc 2025-05-17 12:55 am (UTC)

apartments; semi-wildcard.

[ The same pounding gets Logan on his feet—and he can sorta tell it's not a person, not an animal, but a thing. A distant mechanical whir that he picks up on when he opens the door. It fades down the hall to the left before another distant thump.

He gives the lady across the way a brief glance before he disappears down that direction. When he returns, he's got an ancient, clunky Roomba-looking thing in his hands.

Mystery solved. Well. One mystery, anyway. Pretty sure this place is just full of weird knocks all the damn time. He wiggles the gently whirring disc in his hands at the woman. ]


This yours?

[ Probably not, but if she wants to claim it, all the better. God knows he's not gonna have any use for it. Though now that he's got a glimpse inside her room, he's seeing just how pitch black it is. Not even a candle, huh? He's at least got one lit, which he scrounged up from the back of somebody's (maybe) abandoned car. Even if he doesn't need the light to see, he doesn't exactly enjoy sitting in the dark between four walls. It's different, when he's out in the wilds. There are stars. This just reminds him a little too much of a boxed up lab cage. ]

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