Logan stepped through his door, expecting the same old smells to welcome him back. What he hadn't expected was the pleasant smell of cooked noodles to waft into his nostrils, filling them and beckoning him to his kitchen.
Scrunching his face, he made his way to the source of the smell, heightening his guard just in case it was an intruder whose company he did not desire. Step after step, closer and closer, the smell became more intoxicating. This was it. The door was right there; right in from of him. Grabbing the doorknob, he breathed in once, exhaled, and opened!
Raven looked up, slurping a mouthful of noodles as she did so, casting Logan a lazy, half-eyed glance, as if to ask him, "What?" (with a lot of attitude).
The silver haired boy just stared, a multitude of questions bombarding his mind. The prioritised questions being:
"What the Hell?! How did you get in?! HOW did you even know this was my house?!"
As a response, Raven just slurped another mouthful of noodles into her m