Summary: Roman has invited Logan to come on a quest with him, but for what purpose? How could Logan of all people help?
Pairings: Platonic Logince (though could be interpreted as romantic)
Warnings: slight angst
Words: 3,326
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Logan felt the splash of a muddy puddle hit the bottom of his jeans and let out an exasperated groan.
“I appreciate the realism of the imagination Roman, but did you have to include mud? My clothes are ruined.”
The prince huffed as he continued to cut down the vines which obscured their path “I hadn’t realised you detested dirt so much.”
It was now Logan’s turn to huff “I can’t exactly look professional when I’m caked in mud. How can you bare to wear white while going on these expeditions?”
Roman turned and presented Logan his immaculate white costume “Magical cloth, my dear nerd. I cannot be soiled.”
Logan grimaced at the poor choice of words as slapped a bug on his arm “Couldn’t make me an outfit then?”
A Crown of Thorns
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