[ Or so Logan says as he tries to scrub the furious stains of red from his white button-down. He gets it, he does -- it's his fault for wearing a fucking tuxedo to work -- but the assassination was supposed to happen nice and clean, and not at all with Victor sinking his stupid fucking claws into the target and ripping him in literal half.
Logan grumbles, holding the shirt up to the light. It's unsalvageable. The pink is going to stay in the fabric forever. ]
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[ Or so Logan says as he tries to scrub the furious stains of red from his white button-down. He gets it, he does -- it's his fault for wearing a fucking tuxedo to work -- but the assassination was supposed to happen nice and clean, and not at all with Victor sinking his stupid fucking claws into the target and ripping him in literal half.
Logan grumbles, holding the shirt up to the light. It's unsalvageable. The pink is going to stay in the fabric forever. ]
...you owe me a new suit.