[ Logan, hearing this new voice, ends up sticking his head out of the garage door and staring at the wet footprints the boy's leaving in his wake. Of course, his first reaction is something along the lines of another kid, seriously?, but his second one is spoken out loud -- which feels weird, knowing what he knows about the community's unwavering feelings about silence. ]
Anyone ever tell you tracking mud in the house is no good?
[ He steps out entirely now, but his hand's still on the knob on the inside of the door. He's already cleaned himself up somewhat, at least enough that his hair isn't coloured red from all the wet dust and his skin is more flesh than dirt, so his features stand out nice and clear.
Which is good, since Logan's brow is raised and he's very obviously unimpressed. ]
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Anyone ever tell you tracking mud in the house is no good?
[ He steps out entirely now, but his hand's still on the knob on the inside of the door. He's already cleaned himself up somewhat, at least enough that his hair isn't coloured red from all the wet dust and his skin is more flesh than dirt, so his features stand out nice and clear.
Which is good, since Logan's brow is raised and he's very obviously unimpressed. ]