Logan, "??"
Little Yellow?
While he was wondering about it, Nora replied, "Oh."
The voice on the phone then said, "But I like pink! So I'm going to paint it pink~"
"It's up to you."
Nora only noticed Logan after she uttered the few words. She was taken aback.
The boy stood where he was, casually, with his hands in his pockets. Although one couldn't tell the condition of his body, there were injuries on his face.
He had a bruise at the corner of his mouth and a band-aid on his nose.
They added a little more of that wild and untamed feeling to the youth. It was just that he had a somewhat hostile look in his eyes at the moment.
Nora turned off the phone. She thought that the look in the boy's eyes was because she was blocking his way upstairs, so she stepped aside and gave way to him.
