Oh -- shit, yeah. Come in. Make yourself at home, or... y'know.
[ Sometimes he forgets.
He does take the shirt, however, and thinks it'd be perfect for sneaking around if not for the strong reds. Smells a lot better than blood and sweat, though, to be fair, so he grunts a thanks and pulls the first shirt off so he can button the new one up.
Logan doesn't bother with a 'how do I look', but he does frown at how tight it is in his upper body and how his height means the shirt billows a bit once its hem is below his chest. ]
What else you got? [ He ends up popping the top button, but feels like a douchebag for doing it. ]
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[ Sometimes he forgets.
He does take the shirt, however, and thinks it'd be perfect for sneaking around if not for the strong reds. Smells a lot better than blood and sweat, though, to be fair, so he grunts a thanks and pulls the first shirt off so he can button the new one up.
Logan doesn't bother with a 'how do I look', but he does frown at how tight it is in his upper body and how his height means the shirt billows a bit once its hem is below his chest. ]
What else you got? [ He ends up popping the top button, but feels like a douchebag for doing it. ]