Gar Logan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lewdgreendude) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2009-04-07 00:07:00 |
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What: Surprise date night gone horribly awry!
Where: Chez Frost
Warnings: We'll keep you posted.
Gar was technically involved in a long distance relationship. It was pretty easy to do so. The fact that there was publicly available teleportation may have had something to do with that. Besides, if it became difficult to deal with, Gar would move to England, and that would be that.
After recovering from the Portkey, Gar grew a pair of wings and took to the air. The path to Die Frostenhausen was so easy to navigate that his brain practically disconnected as he flew, tapping into the strange zen that most people associate with long drives. Strangely, he never really felt that way during long drives himself. Gar was a bundle of conflicting animal instincts, and most of them had objections to being in enclosed spaces. It wasn't overpowering, but it was enough to keep him focused on the road.
He approached the house from the west, and Rose's curtain was open, which meant she was decent. Gar might have been less concerned with her privacy if they hadn't been dating; he once got an accidental full-frontal view of Flamebird when visiting her window which he'd apologized for through a very wide smile. But dating meant Rules, and Rules meant not ogling your girlfriend when she wasn't aware of it. He landed outside the window and knocked with his beak.