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[madeofbamf]

When Sofie walks up to Logan's house, the first thing she notices is that his parents cars aren't in the driveway. Good. It's starting to snow and she's walked all the way here, kicking her way through the snow already on the ground, up Logan's walkway to the front door where she knocks.

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[thesmartdog]

[Logan's enjoying yet another weekend alone, not entirely sure where his parents are this time. He thinks his dad is at some conference and his mom is... yeah, he can't remember. He's too busy eating popcorn far too late and watching a very R-rated movie in the living room, enjoying having the large plasma to himself for once. The volume is up pretty loud (because it can be, and this is what rebelling is for Logan), so it's lucky he hears the knock on the front door. He takes a moment to check the time and frowns, pausing the television before rising and going to the door. Like a good kid, he looks through the peephole before opening the door, but when he sees that it's Sofie, he unlocks and opens the door immediately, a worried look in his eyes.] Sofie, what are you doing here? Is everything okay? Did you walk here? [He steps aside, gesturing for her to come in from the cold.]

[madeofbamf]

Yes, I walked. Everything is fine. [It's totally not, but that's not what matters. What matters is that she wants a distraction (and she's going to be smart enough not to tell Logan that this time) and by God, she's going to get it. How do you like the hair, by the way?] Are your parents home?

[thesmartdog]

Uhm... no, they're both out of town. [He's still sort of frowning at her, though, as he shuts the door and locks it again. He eyes over her hair, taking in the new color and how it sort of makes her look older. Not in a bad way, just a bit more mature. Different. He refocuses on her eyes, though, considering the fact she's even here is more important to him than her hair color.] You've gotta be freezing. You're going to make yourself sick from walking here, you can't just do that... You're sure nothing's wrong? Not that I don't love that you're here, but... why are you here? [No text, no call beforehand, he can't help be a little concerned.]

[madeofbamf]

I missed you. [She steps inside, hanging her coat up.] I can't miss you? [She's wearing one of her button up flannel shirts and as she leans in, she starts to unbutton it.] I was around the area, Logan. It's not like I walked here from Dayton or anything. It wasn't even snowing when I left, it's fine. Now.

[She pecks his lips, grinning.] When's the last time we got a bed and time to ourselves, handsome?