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It was getting late, but Logan didn't look as if he was planning on leaving the compound any time soon. After all, one of the perks of moving in with Jack was the short walk home. One of many, many perks.
His day had been far from thrilling. He'd done laundry, his own and even some of Jack's. He'd filled a few gourds with extra water just in case. He had finished a board he'd been working on, and even tidied up the hut. ...Sort of. in his own Logan way. And now, as if all that hadn't been thrilling enough, he was sitting in the rec room reading a book. It was almost interesting, and the tamest of all the literature the shelf had offered him. That was to say, it was the only one that hadn't been filled with sappy and poorly written sex scenes. Not that he usually minded sex scenes, he just preferred to live them out rather than read about them.
The clothes box had been far from kind that afternoon, and as he sat cross legged on the couch with his book on his knee and a waistcoat pulled on over his pale pink button down shirt, he felt like a different person. Like some sort of freakish clone of himself from another time. Another story.
The thought made him smirk, and he wondered, briefly, if there was any chance he could trick people into believing he was someone else. Someone new. Someone easer to like than Logan Echolls.
(Good time to meet him! And yes, he is so going to try and fool your pup by saying he's someone else. It's up to you if your pup buys it or not. lt/st welcome.)
His day had been far from thrilling. He'd done laundry, his own and even some of Jack's. He'd filled a few gourds with extra water just in case. He had finished a board he'd been working on, and even tidied up the hut. ...Sort of. in his own Logan way. And now, as if all that hadn't been thrilling enough, he was sitting in the rec room reading a book. It was almost interesting, and the tamest of all the literature the shelf had offered him. That was to say, it was the only one that hadn't been filled with sappy and poorly written sex scenes. Not that he usually minded sex scenes, he just preferred to live them out rather than read about them.
The clothes box had been far from kind that afternoon, and as he sat cross legged on the couch with his book on his knee and a waistcoat pulled on over his pale pink button down shirt, he felt like a different person. Like some sort of freakish clone of himself from another time. Another story.
The thought made him smirk, and he wondered, briefly, if there was any chance he could trick people into believing he was someone else. Someone new. Someone easer to like than Logan Echolls.
(Good time to meet him! And yes, he is so going to try and fool your pup by saying he's someone else. It's up to you if your pup buys it or not. lt/st welcome.)