Logan turner
*Mornings are short, as their cold wind plucks leaves from innocent trees above them, and snow falls from fluffy clouds. Logan is in the college cafeteria with his tablet, drawing tattoos of customers. His lifeless dark eyes reflect in the light of the device in his hands, ignoring everyone who crosses his path. He takes off his hat, leaving it on the table and runs his hand through his hair, stressed.*
About Logan turner
*Mornings are short, as their cold wind plucks leaves from innocent trees above them, and snow falls from fluffy clouds. Logan is in the college cafeteria with his tablet, drawing tattoos of customers. His lifeless dark eyes reflect in the light of the device in his hands, ignoring everyone who crosses his path. He takes off his hat, leaving it ...Read more