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Feb. 15th, 2014 11:20 pmAcclimating a soldier from the forties to modern day Seattle is easier said than done. Especially considering the soldier's basically been in cryostasis for eighty years. Max is trying taking it slow, bringing him clothes to Logan's apartment when he needs them and stopping by to hang out every once in a while, but she knows that eventually she's going to have to try and get him out of the apartment and into some semblance of normalcy. And the first step to normalcy is getting a job.
Or at least "getting a job" as far as Jam Pony was concerned.
Max rolls her bike up to Logan's front door, knocking lightly before just trying the handle and letting herself in. It's not like she really respected Logan's boundaries in the first place considering the first time she met she was stealing from him. She lets the bike rest against the counter before speaking up.
"Anybody home?" She glances around. "We're going to be late."
Or at least "getting a job" as far as Jam Pony was concerned.
Max rolls her bike up to Logan's front door, knocking lightly before just trying the handle and letting herself in. It's not like she really respected Logan's boundaries in the first place considering the first time she met she was stealing from him. She lets the bike rest against the counter before speaking up.
"Anybody home?" She glances around. "We're going to be late."
