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The shower had been much needed. Sweat, sex and saltwater were all well and good, but only for a day really… and even that was pushing it. So Logan had made his way to the compound, had the longest shower he could stand to take, and then headed to the laundry room, clad in nothing but a towel.
Clothes in the wash, he’d spent a good twenty minutes fighting with the clothes box, trying to find something that wasn’t pink.
“You know, Just because I fuck guys, doesn’t mean I plan on joining the cast of Queer Eye,” he told the box, standing up straight, coolly and calmly… And then kicking it as hard as he could.
“You know what? Fuck it. I can wait for my clothes to dry,” he said, hopping up to sit on the dryer… still wearing nothing but a towel. “I’ll be the weird naked guy in the laundry room. Whatever. Like I care,” he muttered to himself.
(So… yeah. Logan is wearing a towel. >_> Honest though, despite the box kicking, he’s in a pretty good mood. Feel free to mock him, give him clothes, steal his towel... Whatever.)
Clothes in the wash, he’d spent a good twenty minutes fighting with the clothes box, trying to find something that wasn’t pink.
“You know, Just because I fuck guys, doesn’t mean I plan on joining the cast of Queer Eye,” he told the box, standing up straight, coolly and calmly… And then kicking it as hard as he could.
“You know what? Fuck it. I can wait for my clothes to dry,” he said, hopping up to sit on the dryer… still wearing nothing but a towel. “I’ll be the weird naked guy in the laundry room. Whatever. Like I care,” he muttered to himself.
(So… yeah. Logan is wearing a towel. >_> Honest though, despite the box kicking, he’s in a pretty good mood. Feel free to mock him, give him clothes, steal his towel... Whatever.)