He shakes his head at the question and raises his wrist again as if to check on it's color right there and now. "Nope. Stuck on yellow. Maybe that's supposed to be irony," he mutters bitterly.
Logan moves a little slower here. He finally picks up a boot and knocks his knuckles on the toe to see if it's reinforced. He turns just in time to see Wrench, arms full and eyes wide. It pulls a chuckle of him. The cartoonishly bright face on the otherwise grim sort of man.
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He shakes his head at the question and raises his wrist again as if to check on it's color right there and now. "Nope. Stuck on yellow. Maybe that's supposed to be irony," he mutters bitterly.
Logan moves a little slower here. He finally picks up a boot and knocks his knuckles on the toe to see if it's reinforced. He turns just in time to see Wrench, arms full and eyes wide. It pulls a chuckle of him. The cartoonishly bright face on the otherwise grim sort of man.
"Benchmade? What's that?"