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𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑨𝑵. ([personal profile] carcajous) wrote in [community profile] diademlogs 2025-06-14 11:53 pm (UTC)

[ Truth is, she doesn't take that long to find what she needs. It's just that Logan's total patience amounts to a drying puddle in the middle of summer. He's opening his mouth to say something again when she finally shoves a piece of paper in his face. He blinks.

His eyebrow arches. One, because he's catching on that while she hasn't said a word—and either won't or can't—she obviously understands him; and two, that's not. What. You gotta be kidding him. That's what this is about?

One hand falls off his hip to gesture at the puddle of blood, sans body. He decides not to point out that he never bothers hiding a body if he's the one who made the corpse. Also, there's usually...more than one. Body.

Listen, anyway— (he needs a drink) ]
Does it look like I killed him?

[ Alright, he's realizing that it doesn't not look like he didn't kill a man. ]

Well, I didn't. Unless you bashed somebody's brains in, I'm guessing we're here for the same reason.

[ Saw the blood, walked on in. Right? He's pretty sure if she was the culprit with nothing to lose, she'd be halfway trying to rip his head off still. Something made her stop. Just like something made him stop. ]

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