Razor Run
by Dala

 

Rating: PG

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Blood. He can smell it coming from the bathroom, and he knows whose it is. Fort Knox wouldn't be safe if that particular scent wafted from it, and the pitiful lock on the door is no Fort Knox. Lowering his shoulder in a technique he doesn't remember acquiring, he slams into the door; it bursts open.

Rogue turns away from the bathtub, shocked. "Logan! What the hell are you doing?"

He blinks. Her left leg is covered in foam. Rabid dog?

She rolls her eyes. "Never mind, I don't care. Just get out." Rinsing the nick, she mutters, "Gotta get a new razor."

Logan backs out and tries to put the door back on its hinges.

~Fin~

 

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