ғɪɢʜᴛ ᴏʀ ғʟɪɢʜᴛ || mcd!laurance x m!reader

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ

You finally allowed yourself reprieve from setting up your smithy, which took a little longer than Logan's own stall not too far down from yours.

"Dear Irene, [Name], how do you handle this heat? I'm nowhere near the furnace, yet i'm sweating bullets!"

You roll your eyes as you watch Logan approach your area, and you playfully lean against him, "I don't handle the heat, I'm just always lucky enough to have a towel around me." 

As you say that, you wipe your sweaty arm against the tunic of Logan's shirt, earning a yelp of disgust and a light punch to your arm.

"That's disgusting! If I didn't know any better, I would have thought YOU were the dog."

Sticking your tongue out, you continue busying yourself with lugging around the metals you brought with you, carefully placing the diamonds onto one side while inserting the raw iron into the furnace.

"[Name]!" A familiar voice calls from behind you.

Both you and Logan turn around, and you smile once you notice that it was Aphmau.

"Good morning, Lord Aphmau. Did you need anything from me-" Logan scoffs at your polite attitude, and you elbow him in the ribs right after.

"Or maybe you need something from Logan?" You receive a jab at your own stomach from said guy right after.

"Ah, uhm.. well-"

Logan exasperatedly runs a hand through his hair, tugging at his curled locks in annoyance, "Get on with it, Lord Aphmau. We're both still settling our things and we'd like it if you'd hurry your statement up a bit."

"I just wanted to.. See if you're all moved in."

You raise a brow as you wipe your forehead off of sweat, still moving around metals to and fro within the smithy. 

"Well, as you can see, I'm still stocking up on my supply. If you need any materials that aren't used for weapons," You pause, huffing at the blocks of pure gold you were setting down.

"Then just grab Logan and drag him back to his stall so he can sell you his wares." The fawn-haired man looks at you in alarm, as if he can feel the shit-eating grin you're displaying within your head.

"O-okay. Thank you, [Name]."

Much to your immense pleasure, Aphmau actually grabs hold of your colleague's arm, hauling his being back to his own stall.

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Hah... Finally, all the metal's safely stored and the sword's are all on display, I think I'm done here-