May 17, 2016
@javaadthedancer
Sitting in his desk, Logan perused over the papers that he needed to sign. Not necessarily finals, given that he just started, but basic insurance packets and 401Ks - normal job stuff. As his eyes remained trained on the pen as it found paper, his keen hearing picked up the sounds of footsteps drawing closer - light in their gait - and he chuckled. “If you’re trying to sneak up on me, you’ll have to do better than that,” he stated, not tearing his gaze away from the forms he was filling out.