 Swedishfish Girl! Madame Librarian! Jess's Soul Sister! Sweetest Swede!
Logan heaved, hauled, lifted and sweated as he helped Charles carry toilets from the truck and too truck in what felt like a never ending trail. At least they weren't the centre attraction for the passing London travellers. But what irked him the most aside from getting sweaty and hot as he carried toilets was that all attempts to strike up a conversation with Charles failed. The man stubbornly remained silent except for the occasional grumpy response. He was more anti-social than Logan's uncle Jasper. It made no sense. And not being able to figure out why was occupying his mind. He wanted a clear and simple reason or answer and a way to tackle it.
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Logan was nowhere on that front when the last toilet was carried from the truck and they watched the truck driver drive away. Wiping away sweat from his forehead Logan carried out Aron's new instructions. When he headed into his assigned toilet stall between Kai and Charles he wondered if it was all right to splash his face with water from the sink. Thinking better off it Logan called out as he stepped up to place his hand on the toilet knob. "I'm ready.." Could they just flush into the ministry already so he could go drink something cold?
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