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Logan (hey_bub) wrote in silverage,

Logan wondered what part of that needed translating. "Not looking for company," he said in case that was the implication. "Just a place to spend the night before moving on." That was his plan, at any rate. He was going to stay the night here, maybe cruise a couple of bars, then head out bright and early to continue his way down south. What he expected to find, he didn't know. Didn't care. He just wanted to roam for a little while.

He didn't think the welcome center sounded like anything he'd be interested in. "Just passing through," He assured the kid. "No need for a welcoming committee."

His brows elevated when the kid asked what time it was. He shrugged; he rarely wore a watch and he didn't pay much attention to the time. "Evening," he replied to the question before he started to work on the broken parts of his bike. He figured it was something he could fix, which was a relief. He didn't want to be stuck here on account of a broken bike.