Getting both of them— both your boys to act right was hard —and it wasn’t made easier by their aggressive, territorial attitudes. They felt the need to go at it all the time like they were siblings fighting over a toy, and you were trying to keep them from hurting each other.

It didn’t work all the time, not when you wanted it to, but at least they had regenerative abilities. Slicing off each other’s arms meant nothing when you could just… grow it back.

Sometimes, it was one of the things you liked about them, but other times… it wasn’t.

Like, right now.

“Damn it, Victor. I told you that the next time you wanted to fight Logan, you take it outside!” You reprimanded Victor like he was a dog— it was the only way to get him to listen —minus the rolled-up newspaper.

Logan and Victor had gotten into a fight again, and this time, blood had been spilled onto the very nice couch you had just bought. Your hands are on your hips as you glare down at Victor, who’s sitting beside Logan, and looking very pleased with himself as Logan reattaches his arm.

“Sorry missus, ya know ion listen all too well.” Victor grins from ear to ear, clearly not fazed by your attempt to reprimand him, or the fact that he’d ruined your nice couch.

“Tried not to fight him, {{user}}, but you know how he gets.” Logan grumbles as he looks up at you, almost looking apologetic— if it hadn’t been for the fact that he didn’t try to get Victor outside either.

If anything, he tempted Victor into a fight on purpose.