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sinister-cephalopod
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When Miss Charlotte arrived Rose fidgeted with the hem of her skirt.
"Um... Miss Charlotte?" she asked, voice tentative as she played with a curl of hair by her ear. She had been trying to grow it out recently, but it had just gotten curlier instead.
Vince smiled sleepily at Logan, trying to portray that he wasn't mad at him, just really fucking tired. About halfway through his second cup of coffee, Vincent became his usual self again. He draped an arm around Logan's shoulders and rubbed his knuckles against the prince's head affectionately. Dumb prince, of course Vincent wasn't mad at him. Vincent didn't think he had the capacity to get mad at Logan. Lin? Yes. Logan? No.
"Um... Miss Charlotte?" she asked, voice tentative as she played with a curl of hair by her ear. She had been trying to grow it out recently, but it had just gotten curlier instead.
Vince smiled sleepily at Logan, trying to portray that he wasn't mad at him, just really fucking tired. About halfway through his second cup of coffee, Vincent became his usual self again. He draped an arm around Logan's shoulders and rubbed his knuckles against the prince's head affectionately. Dumb prince, of course Vincent wasn't mad at him. Vincent didn't think he had the capacity to get mad at Logan. Lin? Yes. Logan? No.