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It was warm out, but the sun was hanging low enough in the sky now that it wasn't overwhelming anymore, and the oversized porch that wrapped halfway around the hut was shady and cool anyway. Near the door Logan had set up Jack's record player, and he'd picked out a few albums from their small but eclectic collection that were now stacked beside it, waiting for their chance to be played.
Not that Logan was paying it much attention now. The sound of Thom Yorke's voice was nothing more than background noise as he worked, the music drifting over him as he sat at Jack's workbench and tinkered with the lamp the other man had been making. It wouldn't be difficult to finish, at least that's what Jack had told him, the wires and metal all laid out and waiting to be assembled. Of course Logan didn't have much experience when it came to working with electricity, and he was on his third attempt when he managed to electrocute himself. Just a small shock, but bad enough that his hand tingled and his fingertips were pink and burning.
"Son of a..." he muttered, frowning slightly and unplugging it before starting to tinker again.
He was so caught up in what he was doing that he didn't even notice someone was nearby, watching him, and it wasn't until Linus came bounding out the open hut door to greet the visitor that he even turned to see who was there.
(Open to all. He's swearing, but he's actually in a good mood. Good time to say hello. LT/ST welcome as I will be slow myself.)
Not that Logan was paying it much attention now. The sound of Thom Yorke's voice was nothing more than background noise as he worked, the music drifting over him as he sat at Jack's workbench and tinkered with the lamp the other man had been making. It wouldn't be difficult to finish, at least that's what Jack had told him, the wires and metal all laid out and waiting to be assembled. Of course Logan didn't have much experience when it came to working with electricity, and he was on his third attempt when he managed to electrocute himself. Just a small shock, but bad enough that his hand tingled and his fingertips were pink and burning.
"Son of a..." he muttered, frowning slightly and unplugging it before starting to tinker again.
He was so caught up in what he was doing that he didn't even notice someone was nearby, watching him, and it wasn't until Linus came bounding out the open hut door to greet the visitor that he even turned to see who was there.
(Open to all. He's swearing, but he's actually in a good mood. Good time to say hello. LT/ST welcome as I will be slow myself.)