"One time, he threw a knife at me! He can't join us for our meals. He smells, like REALLY BAD. Come on, Patton, you gotta agree with me."
"Well, Roman, he is a part of the family now. If we let Janus dine with us, then what's so wrong about letting your brother eat with us aswell?"
"He'd disrupt every meal!" Roman yelled, he turned to Virgil.
"Right, Virgil? You don't like him either." Roman pointed out.
"Well, yeah. But I can't put any say in right now." Virgil admitted. The prince's face turned red with frustration.
"WELL WHY NOT?" Roman looked at Logan.
"Because, verdict by a biased jury, is an unfair verdict. In simple terms, biased jury does not make for a..." He looked at a flash card, "Based jurisdiction. Did I use that right?"
"Oh. Well, there goes the word based being slang I use." Roman rolled his eyes.
"Well then, what do you think, smarty pants." Roman failed miserably to come up with a good insult.
"Your cheap attempt at an insult is futile, as I am, and I know, that I am smart. Actually, the term 'smarty pants' comes from 'smart genetics' genes being a homonym for jeans, jeans being a type of pants, so really-"
"Oh my god. Shut UP." Roman shouted. He frantically looked around the table, trying to find some excuse.
"Well, he will definitely be messing with dinner much more than he already does." Janus stated.
"Is this a bad time to mention there's a frog in this salad?" Virgil asked, Roman glared at the other male, with a mouthful of lettuce.
"Is it dead or alive?" Logan asked, peering into the bowl, he scooped out the frog. It was still alive.
"Hm. What a calm little argentine horned frog." Logan stated. He then stood up and left the table.
"He's weird." Roman crossed his arms.
"This is why you just ate frog salad."
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Logan was in his room, he looked at the tank that he already had in there.
He summoned up a new tank on the floor and made sure there was adequate living conditions, then put the frog in the tank.
"Whatcha doing, Logan?" Patton had wandered in, which Logan found odd, as Patton often did the washing up.
"Uh, well. I'm housing this frog."
"Why don't you put it with your other frogs?"
"Well, this time he gave us a horned frog, they have cannibalistic tendencies. I'll have to tell him to not give me another horned frog." Logan looked over at Patton.
"Wow. Talk about bad roommate." Patton chuckled, Logan felt a slight tug at his lips.
"Yes indeed."
"What's a group of frogs called, Logan?"
"A small group is referred to as an army. A colony is referred to as a knot." Logan told him as he sat down at his desk.
Patton gave a laugh. "That's funny! I like that. Our family is an Army!"
"No, Patton. Our family is-" Logan looked over at the look on his friend's face. "Our family is a family. We are not frogs." Logan turned to his work.
"Now run along, Patton. I'm sure you have matters to attend to." Logan heard some shuffling, then the door open and close again. He sighed.
"He sure was interested in frogs today."
Logan found it weird. Patton never liked talking to him one on one. Logan was puzzled, but shrugged it off.
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~dinner time~
Logan had been working from lunch until he was called down for dinner. He sat down at his usual spot and waited for Patton to start serving the food, like every day.
But things were different, Roman's spot was empty. Right next to his spot was Remus, who looked at his brother's designated chair and sat down next to it.
He sat there like he was biting his tongue, trying not to mess up the first chance he'd gotten in a very long time.
Virgil wasn't there either. Remus looked around nervously.
After Patton was done serving, he didn't sit down.
"Patton, I didn't know you were so interested in frogs." Logan stated, the male seemed confused.
"I'm...not?" He set down the last bowl.
"You were asking me all these questions about the frogs earlier, I just assumed you were."
"I don't recall." Patton gave an awkward giggle. "Well, I actually have stuff I need to do, so I'm just gonna take my food to my room." Patton said with a smile, he took his plate and left.
"They're all gone because I'm here.." Remus stated. Janus looked at Logan, then at Remus.
"No, no. I'm sure they're just busy."
"You're lying to me, Janus. Your snake is showing. I know the truth." Remus pushed his plate away.
"Yes, you are not far off from the truth." Logan stated. The two just looked at him, amazed at how bluntly he put it.
"What? Do you want me to sugar coat it? Need I remind you about the fact that I am LOGIC. They are not at the table because of you. But they are adults. They are scared of you because you're a little weird. They have..."
Logan looked at his flashcards.
"Stick up their asses, yo."
The two other sides both burst out into laughter. Logan adjusted his glasses.
"Was that funny?" Logan asked with sincerity.
"You are unintentionally hilarious." Janus told him. Logan nodded.
"So this happens every night? I mean, actual foods?" Remus asked.
"What do you usually eat?" Logan asked him, Remus looked down at his plates.
"Bugs. Anything, really. But, you know, it wasn't that bad." Remus poked his food with his fork.
Logan's eyes lit up, his head flooded with questions.
"Well, what was that like? What type of bugs did you eat? Which ones did you like the most? Did any taste like other foods? Any stomach issues? Vomiting?"
"Mealworms, crickets, and beetles. I had an allergic reaction to one of the bugs I ate, so I stuck to the list."
Logan's eyes were comparable to the stars in the moment.
"That's so interesting. I've always wanted to try something like that, surviving off of the supplies I have. But alas, it's easy to survive when you can't die." Logan adjusted his tie.
Janus had quietly gotten up and left.
"It's not very fun. But sometimes I'd sneak into Roman's side of the imagination and take some apples. But that always risks getting hurt."
"Well, if you ever want any apples from Roman's imagination, I'd be happy to retrieve them for you." Logan told him.
Remus stood up.
"Stop being so nice to me!" He picked up his fork and threw it in Logan's direction. Logan moved to the side, it barely missed.
"Try harder next time." Logan stood up and went back upstairs to his room.
And there he was. Alone in the kitchen.
"I think that went well." He said to himself.
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