Room 5, Carriage House. Thursday Evening.

[see_no_weevil]

Weevil was now really, really pissed. He started punching his mattress, because he didn't want to smash anything that might freak out Claire.

He was at least being a little considerate.

[ooc: Open, but mainly from Ivanova]

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[niceborders]

Ivanova paused at the door. "Weevil?" she asked softly.

[see_no_weevil]

Weevil looked up. "You not done cuttin' my balls off?" he said, not thinking.

[niceborders]

Ivanova's worried expression quickly turned into a pissed off one. "What was I supposed to do? Sit back and watch?"

[see_no_weevil]

"You said you knew a Logan," Weevil said. "So you know that I ain't ever gonna live this crap down."