(Logically Speaking) Opposites Attract *Logicality*

Answers?

A few days had passed since the Movie Night Incident, as Logic was now referring to it in his mind. Morality was acting like normal, like nothing had happened, and so Logic tried to act like that as well. But it was hard to do that, now that when every time he saw Dad he got a peculiar tickling sensation in his stomach, and whenever Dad stopped for a conversation Logan's mood improved dramatically, and now that with every silly joke that Morality told Logic he couldn't help but smile (faintly,) and that whenever Dad touched him Logic heated up and blushed. And that he found himself staring into thin air sometimes, thinking about Morality. And how sometimes all he wanted to do was hang out with Dad, whilst previously that would have been the last thing on his to-do list. But the worst part was? Logic didn't even know why any of this was happening. 

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Logic had come to the conclusion that he must be sick; after all, he'd never experienced anything like this before. And somehow the illness was linked to Dad. But there had to be a cure a way to make all these unfamiliar feelings go away, and since it all came back to Morality, maybe he knew what was going on and how to make it stop. And so, one day Logan made up his mind to go find Dad and ask him what was happening.

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Soon enough Logic was rapping on the light coloured, wooden door that was the entrance to Morality's room. A moment later the door was swung open, and Logic was met with a cheery, (aesthetically pleasing) (what?) (did he just think Dad was attractive?) (well, they did have the same face, and Logic was handsome. That must have been the reason) face, complete with crooked glasses, messy hair, the familiar blue top and grey cardigan wrapped around the shoulders (which was just plain impractical, why did he not just tie it around his waist?) and a bright white smile that grew in size when it saw Logic.

"Logan! Good to see you! Would you like to come in? I'm so glad you could make it! Why are you here?" Dad asked exuberantly. Logic wrinkled his nose.

"You kind of just contradicted yourself." He stated. Dad smiled blankly at him and Logic sighed, exasperated. Seriously, the tickly feeling that formed in his abdomen when Morality opened the door was growing irritating. It made him almost nervous.

"So... whatcha doing here, bud? Did you wanna hang out or something?" Dad asked. Logic cleared his throat.

"Actually, I came here because I have some questions, and some reasons to believe that you may have knowledge of the answers." Logic nodded to himself. Morality looked surprised, then delighted.

"You... you came to me? Because you didn't know the answer to something for once? Wow! That's... uh... pun-believable!" Logan threw him an unimpressed look and Dad sagged. "Yeah, not my best. Come on in, Logan, I'll see if I know what you're talking about."

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Logic walked into the room and immediately made for the bed. He'd hung out with Dad long enough to be comfortable around him and in his room. It was a simple room, with average furniture, an soft bed and a blue/white/grey colour scheme. It could have been your average bedroom out of a magazine if not for the numerous photos in frames littering the walls and desks, the occasional blanket or pillow stream across the ground (usually in front of the TV,) and the various odd knickknacks Morality had collected over time and stored here, and the fact that everything was just a little bit messy.

Dad made his way over and say in the bed facing Logan, legs crossed and face composed and contemplative.

"Now, Logan, what appears to be the problem?" Morality asked in a professional voice. He really did enjoy his acting. Deciding to ignore Dad's faux professional attitude right now, Logic just went right on to tell him the symptoms he was experiencing.