🍻-- Logan took a sniff of the air. A daily ritual that had extisted for him long before coming to the Isle. Habits he had picked up from his time in the wilds. A ritual to taste and assess anything that might be coming down the line weather-wise. To see if there was anything that had changed over the night. After all, his sense of smell was difficult to fool.
Something floral. Chemical. Perfume. He could clock it instantly no matter how subtle it was. It made him wrinkle his nose.
He sniffed again, turning to the source.
One door down, a woman in the little yard outside of the townhouse. One of the neighbors. Huh.
Then she looked at him. "Sorry. Didn' mean ta stare."
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