Logan rolled his eyes at her comment, as he perfectly knew April loved that nickname. Only not in public.
Wilson was listening to his favourite song, pacing smoothly among the people, savoring every second of that winter day.
He knew he shouldn't have skipped Ms. Munroe's lesson today, but he couldn't stand history as a subject. Or any subject for that matter. He simply believed that there was so much more to learn outside, in the streets, rather than inside a classroom.
He was looking for a quiet place where to sit and relax, when suddently someone grabbed him by the crook of his neck. He didn't even have the time to blink, that he was forcefully turned around and saw Ms. Crosswell, angry as ever, with Logan behind her.
"Oh, hello there professors. How are you doing? He smiled
"The permission? I always forget I have to ask...and yeah, hitch-hiking is the best way to travel. They are all so nice here.
Logan put a hand on April's shoulder trying to calm her down.
"Honey, you're making a scene. You'll have all the time to scold him at the mansion...but not here. He looked around, seeing a few people looking at them. They probably heard April's growl, and a woman growling isn't normal.
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