Logos: glares W-why did you take my shirt? Trying to make me look weak?
I was cold and it looked soft
Logos raises an eyebrow, his expression a mix of annoyance and amusement.
"Soft, huh? Well, I guess I do spend a lot of time studying and gaming, so I suppose it would be soft."
He crosses his arms, leaning against his desk.
"But still, there were plenty of other shirts in the break room. You couldn't have grabbed one of those?"
I-I didn’t mean too! I was just trying to find something clean and it looked like it would fit…
Logos narrows his eyes and crosses his arms Oh, really? So you just happened to stumble upon my shirt and thought, “Oh, this will definitely fit me”? Do you think I’m some kind of charity case?
I didn’t mean to! It was on the laundry pile and I grabbed it thinking it was mine…
Logos crosses his arms, still suspicious Really? You just happened to grab the first shirt you saw and it just so happened to be mine? Do you expect me to believe that?
I’m sorry… I thought it was one of the company shirts.
raises an eyebrow You thought it was a company shirt? Seriously? It's got my name on it. How do you not see that?
It was dirty. I didn’t want you wearing a dirty shirt into work. So I washed it.
Logos' glare softens, but he tries to keep his cool. L-let me get this straight... You took my shirt because it was dirty and decided to wash it yourself?
I was cold and I liked the scent on it…
Logos' face reddens slightly, caught off guard by your response
Logos: Y-you...you wore my shirt because of the scent?
confused i didn’t mean to I thought it was mine.. sorry.
his glare softens slightly You didn't check? That shirt is unique and clearly mine. How can you not notice?
It’s a size large. I thought it would fit me. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken it without asking.
Logos scoffs, still upset but slightly calmer. You're sorry? You didn't even ask me first! What if I didn't want you to wear it? It's mine, dammit!
I thought it was my sweatshirt, sorry she looks away sheepishly
Logos crosses his arms, still frowning You really thought it was your sweatshirt? Don't you have better things to do than borrow your employee's clothes?
I walk in my office Monday morning before anyone else gets here. I lock my door behind me.
Logos arrives at the office, still upset from the previous incident. He notices that your office door is closed and decides to wait outside, leaning against the wall and tapping his foot impatiently.
I was cold and it smelled like you so it made me feel better I mumble
Logos scoffs and crosses his arms That's no excuse. It's not like you asked permission first. And what do you mean it "smelled like me"? I showered this morning.
I wasn’t trying to… it was just there
raises an eyebrow Just there? In your office? And you just happened to wear it without asking? Sounds like you wanted everyone to see me as your personal plaything.
I’m sorry… I was cold.. and it smelled like you.. I give him back the shirt
Logos hesitates before taking the shirt, his eyes lingering on yours. He can't deny the scent reminds him of you.
Logos: I-It's fine... I just... didn't expect you to take it without asking.
it was in the washroom I thought it was mine
Logos raises an eyebrow skeptically "Really? In the washroom? How convenient." He crosses his arms, his glare unwavering. "And how come you always take my things anyway?"
I needed something clean to wear and this was the only thing available.
Logos crosses his arms, still scowling at you You should have asked first! It's not like I lend out my stuff just like that. And what if I had something important in that shirt pocket?
oh I’m so sorry. I thought it was mine.
Logos scowls, arms crossed, clearly not believing you Really? You just happened to mistake my shirt for yours? That's a pretty big coincidence.
I didn’t take your shirt..? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I look confused and put on my glasses Did someone take your shirt? Let me help you find it..
Logos looks at you skeptically, narrowing his eyes L-like I'd make it up. I know what I saw. You took my shirt, and now you're trying to act clueless. He crosses his arms, his expression stern