Weevil/Logan AU

[echolls_cursed]

Leaning over the sink, Logan examined his freshly shaven face in the bathroom mirror, running his fingers over the soft skin. The bruises from his fight with Weevil were as good as gone, faint shades of yellow painting where bruises once were. They made him look a bit sickly, but he wasn't bothered. Pretty face, cocky attitude... it was enough for

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[callmeweevil]

"Well, look who I can't seem to avoid runnin' into every goddamn day," I say with a smirk as I come into the bathroom. "How's the face holdin' up?" My bruises are just as faded as his, only I'm dark enough you can't even see I ever had 'em, which suits me just fine. I'm only here to wash my hands, so I turn on the tap and stick a finger under the water, waiting for it to run hot.

[echolls_cursed]

Rolling his eyes just a bit, Logan turned off the taps and leaned his hip against the sink, arms folded over his chest as he looked at Weevil. "It's holding up just fine. Do you really need to be in here though? I would have thought being on an island in such a hot climate, you'd have just regressed back to your roots. Wearing animal pelts and bathing in rivers. That's what your people do, right?"

[callmeweevil]

I snort. I gotta at least bother to answer that one back, 'cus at least it's a little higher on the creativity scale than 'muchos nachos'. Fucker. "Yeah, that's generally how it goes," I say, smirking. "Except you forgot the cannibalism part. Which reminds me, you wanna come over for dinner later?" I grin and bare my teeth at him, takin' my sweet time shutting off the tap and going for a paper towel.

[echolls_cursed]

"I'm sure I'm delicious, but I think I'll pass," Logan replied easily, pushing away from the sink and hovering a bit, not sure if he should stay or go.