he’s that type of person who calls for people’s attention just to crack his joints/knuckles
this is basically canon but living with him is like a never-ending fnaf game where he just constantly tries to jumpscare people for no reason and at any given moment. also there’s lots of screaming.
he is actually very interested in/obsessed with the ocean, especially with the kinds of creatures that are at the bottom of it
him and roman have those dumb sibling slapfights where they just kind of flail their hands at each other all the time
you know that one random eyeball that he has on his outfit? yeah that squirts water out like those clown flowers
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prinxiety hurt/comfort is kind of funny to me because all i can imagine is one of them asking “what does loving yourself feel like?” and the other one just being like “lmao idk anyway do you wanna go throw shit at janus”
literally anybody with access to drawing materials after 11pm every single night: hm yes let’s see how hard we can make the roman stans cry tonight shall we lads
summary: based on a headcanon that logan has more trouble conjuring up items than the others because it requires imagination. patton finds logan recovering after his latest experiment and decides some soup & company couldn’t hurt.
This wasn’t the first time Patton had ever dealt with a conjured-out side.
Roman had a tendency to get a little overexcited whenever he was struck by a particularly grand idea, so it wasn’t entirely uncommon to find the fanciful side asleep on the couch, surrounded by a varying assortment of conjured-up props, costumes, or scenery, and a blanket (or the occasional purple hoodie) draped over him lazily.
And since Patton could never just leave him there, Roman would more often than not wake up to a cold bowl of soup and a Disney movie paused right at the start, ready to play. Not to mention, a certain moral side would always be taking a little nap nearby, inevitably having dozed off after waiting for Roman to wake up.
Still, Patton got the feeling that Logan wouldn’t appreciate rewatching Pinocchio as much as the princely side would, so that was out.
It was a pretty strange sight to behold, the logical side passed out on the couch. His glasses were ever-so-slightly askew on his face, and his normally neat hair was falling over his eyes. Patton knew that Logan would undoubtedly fix his frames and bangs with a single, swift motion if he was awake, but he wasn’t. Patton had the sudden urge to do it for him.
Instead, Patton just shook his head softly and looked over at the microwave that was heating up Logan’s chicken noodle soup, which the moral side had had to dig farther back in the pantry to find than he would have liked. The yellow light emitting from inside the metal box was the only thing illuminating their small kitchen space, so when it flickered off as soon as the microwave’s timer finally ended, Patton was left in complete darkness. Walking over, Patton dragged the bowl he’d pulled out of a cupboard earlier to the microwave and poured the soup into it, hastily fishing a spoon out of the silverware cabinet with his other hand.
He plopped the spoon into the soup with a small splash, turned on a light for the living room, then set about creating a makeshift table for Logan at the sofa with the sturdiest pillows he could find and stack on top of each other. Patton had just about managed a total table altitude of five pillows, when he noticed Logan quietly beginning to stir.
The logical side let out a little groan, which Patton took as his cue to go fetch the soup that had been cooling off in the kitchen for the past couple of minutes. When he got back, bowl cradled in his hands, Logan was sitting upright, his glasses and bangs already pushed back into their precise positions.
“I heated you up some chicken noodle soup.” Patton started, smiling and holding up the bowl.
“I’m not sick.” Logan replied brusquely, reaching a hand up to his temple as if he had a headache. His hand slowly trailed down to his shirt collar, then began patting the couch around him in search of his missing tie.
“Oh, yep! Almost forgot,” Patton conjured up Logan’s tie with a wave of his hand, hooking a thumb over the rim of the soup bowl to keep it steady. “I untied it for you since you looked uncomfortable.”
Logan took the tie from Patton’s outstretched hand silently and swung it around his neck. Patton just looked on with a grin.
The logical side glanced up and faltered in the middle of his tying motion. That was… a very bright smile.
Clearing his throat, he tried summoning up his manners. “I… uh, thank you, Patton.”
Logan cast his gaze downward, flipping his collar the same direction as he finished up tying his tie. Patton beamed, offering the logical side the soup bowl still held in his hands and nearly sloshing half of its contents into said side’s lap.
“It’s no problem, Logan! Soup!”
Logan quirked a brow up at the moral side, but he seemed to be questioning more if his ears were working properly and Patton did, in fact, just say the word “soup” at the end of his phrase.
“I mean, I made you some! Soup, that is. Chicken noodle.”
“Oh,” Logan said, “Thank you, I suppose?”
“Youuuu’re welcome! I know you must be tired, so I can just leave it here if you want.”
“Tired?” He frowned, “Why would I be…”
As Logan trailed off, Patton cocked his head slightly to the side like a puppy.
“Was I– Did I conjure myself out?” Logan inquired, looking aghast.
“I think so,” Patton told him, “You were already out like a light when I rose up, but you had a bunch of papers all around you! Took me a while to clean ‘em all up. Anyway, soup!”
Logan suddenly tried standing up, but as soon as his back left the couch, gravity knocked him right back down in a dizzy whirl.
“Whoa, there, Lo.” Patton finally set down the soup on the makeshift pillow-table, gently laying his hand on Logan’s shoulder to keep him from trying to get up again.
The logical side blinked and reached up a hand to the side of his own head again. Patton briefly wondered if he’d never had a headache before.
Cautiously, Patton tried to soften his voice as he spoke, “Why don’t you just try to relax and have some nice, warm-ish, chicken noodle soup?”
“Patton, is… is this the same can of chicken noodle soup that is supposed to expire tomorrow?” Logan was now eyeing the bowl warily.
“Maybe.” The moral side admitted. Logan frowned, then sighed.
“I… Oh, alright. But only because I seem to have a terrible headache at the moment and– is that a table made out of pillows?”
Patton turned to look at the pillow-table, then aimed a small, sheepish grin over at Logan.
“Mayyyyybe.”
“Actually, maybe I should go to my room–”
“No, no, wait, I can conjure up a better table, just gimme a sec!” Patton pleaded, despite knowing that Logan couldn’t stand up in order to sink down into his room even if he tried.
The moral side scooped up the bowl of soup in one hand and patted the air next to him with the other, a much sturdier table poofing into existence. Patton placed the bowl on its surface, then put his hands on his hips, satisfied with his work.
Logan looked a little nauseous watching Patton conjure things up so easily.
“How do you do that?” He mumbled. Patton laughed good-naturedly.
“Well, I know you can do it, too, judging from all those papers I found around you.”
“Ah, do you happen to still have those?”
“Of course I do! Anything worth conjuring yourself out over must be important.” Patton waved a hand over the table, and a neat stack of papers appeared by the bowl.
Logan leaned forward carefully and rifled through the sheaf. Apparently content, he dropped them back down on the table.
“What was so important about those papers that they were worth passing out over, anyway?” Patton asked, sliding the soup bowl closer to Logan, who looked less than eager to consume its nearly-expired contents.
Nevertheless, the logical side picked up the spoon and carefully tested the heat of the soup with a small sip. It was lukewarm, but the broth was at the very least soothing to his throat.
“Oh, they’re just some… tests.”
Patton’s eyes widened as he glanced at the tall stack of sheets. “Gee, Teach, what’s the subject?”
“Experiments, Patton. They’re experiments.”
Patton’s mouth formed an “O” shape.
Logan sighed, “I wanted to test my conjuring abilities. So far, I can conjure up about a ream of paper before I…”
“Pass out?” Patton supplied.
His brows furrowed. “Yes.”
The moral side watched Logan quietly for a moment. Then, he hopped over the now-abandoned pillow table and sat on the couch.
“Virgil has trouble conjuring up the right things sometimes,” Patton stared down at the floor as if remembering a fond memory, “He’s so used to imagining the worst outcomes and scenarios possible, so whenever the kiddo tries to conjure up something nice it can get a little… distorted.”
“I thought Roman was helping him with that.” Logan mentioned.
“He is!” Patton responded, “And, actually, I was going to mention that he could help you, too.”
“I don’t need help. I only wanted to find my limit, and I did.”
“...Did you have to exhaust yourself finding it?” Patton commented, his voice laced with an emotion Logan couldn’t recognize. Whatever it was, Logan immediately decided he didn’t like it.
He turned his upper body to face the moral side. Patton’s brows were knit together and his eyes were still pointed at the floor.
“Perhaps… Perhaps asking Roman for some assistance isn’t such a bad idea. I should probably put the data I gathered to some kind of use, anyway.”
Patton met his eyes and gave him a small but hopefully genuine smile. Logan decided he liked it.
The moral side stood up and hopped back over the pillow table once again. “Alrighty, well, I guess I’ll leave you to your soup-er duper awesome soup now!”
Logan groaned. “Suddenly, my headache is worsening.”
“Aw, Logan, I didn’t mean to broth-er you with my soup pun!”
The logical side must have been truly delirious, because he found himself smothering a smile by shoving a spoonful of soup in his mouth.
Patton laughed, and Logan was definitely delirious, because he could have sworn it was the best sound he’d ever heard.
“Okay, okay, I’ll actually leave you be. Do you think you can summon me if you need me?”
“I don’t usually summon anyone.” Logan responded automatically, but something about the falter in Patton’s smile made him add, “But I can probably summon you. If I need to.”
“If you need to!” Patton responded jubilantly, “Enjoy your soup, Lo!” He waved as he sunk down.
“Wait,” Logan spoke up. Patton shot back up, his hand frozen mid-wave.
“Uh, yeah?”
Logan hadn’t thought he’d get this far. Well, he hadn’t thought he’d be in this situation in the first place, but that was another train of thought altogether.
“You can... stay. Maybe. If you’d like.” A stray hair slipped down to Logan’s forehead, but, strangely, the logical side was too busy looking at Patton to push it back in place.
Meanwhile, said moral side was discovering that his heart was apparently very good at gymnastics.
“Stay...” Patton mumbled dreamily, then shook his head with an almost cartoonish fervor. “I mean, yes! I’ll stay! I can put on a nature documentary if you want or we can just talk or maybe not since you have to eat your soup– eat your soup? Drink it? Slurp it? Anyway–”
“Patton,” Logan didn’t bother hiding the small smile that graced his features this time. “A nature documentary will do.”
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