Sanders Sides Appreciation Month

Logan/logic, day 2 - Trouble Makers

Prompt b. Someone switched Logan's clothes with one of the other sides! Hilarity is bound to ensue!

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Logan awoke fairly early, as per usual, and climbed out of his bed after grabbing his glasses from the bedside table. It must be around 8am if Logan had to guess because Thomas had yet to wake up, meaning that Roman was also still asleep while Virgil would most likely be awake but he could never be certain of Patton and his sleeping pattern.

Deciding that he should probably look presentable before going down for breakfast, Logan went to his wardrobe, intent on wearing his usual dark shirt and trousers with the blue tie. However, such plans were foiled when the closed doors were pulled open, his rows of shirts and dress pants were missing as were his draw of ties. He had nothing to wear, he is forced to confront the others in his pyjamas to find out who stole his clothes and reinforce that they shouldn't steal from him ever again.

Unpleasant thoughts of not looking smart and serious in his nightwear was cut short as Logan's attention was caught by something - clothes of some sort - in his closet.

A frown replaced Logan's neutral expression, confusion imminent as it's fairly unlikely that his clothes had just suddenly vanished in the middle of the night and some other clothes being put in their place, a more plausible conclusion being that someone had taken his clothes perhaps in an attempt of a 'prank'. Logan sighed, rubbing his forehead with his hands as he sits down at the bottom of his bed.
His options were limited to either going out in his pyjamas or in the other, replacement clothes or he could just stay in his room all day. Well, the latter was hardly an option because sooner or later someone (probably Patton) will come to check on him. And going out in his pyjamas was a big no no. So, whether or not he liked it, Logan was leaving his room in a non-typical attire to scald the other sides.

Not allowing these negative emotions to get the better of him Logan stood with purpose, grabbing the strange articles of clothing, and it only takes him half a second to realise that these clothes are very familiar. There is a tight pair of black skinny jeans, a plain black t-shirt, and a black and grey hoodie. They were Virgil's clothes.

Logan grew even more confused as to why the anxious side's clothes were in his room, if he had to bet money on who's fault it was he'd probably say Roman. The royal has always had problems with Virgil and on occasions Logan but perhaps this was more a prank on Virgil not himself. Disregarding the intentions of such an act, Logan pulled his nightshirt over his head and began to dress in his friend's clothes.

Once dressed he dares not look in the mirror as he knows the jeans are way too tight for his liking, and while the t-shirt is fairly adequate the hoodie is too big, big enough that it must also engulf Virgil. Logan does, however, understand the others likeness to it as even though it is highly impractical it is comfortable.

Psyching himself up slightly, Logan opens his door and attempts to stride confidently down the hallway to the kitchen as he would usually but neither his state of mind nor the skinny jeans are allowing him to do so. Soon enough Logan was standing in the empty kitchen, glad that no one else was present but he'd rather speak to them sooner rather than later.

He went about making his coffee, having to roll the sleeves of the hoodie up slightly so he wouldn't knock anything over by mistake, when Patton entered. "Morning Virgil!" The father figure spoke cheerfully even though he had probably just woken up, blissfully unaware that it wasn't Virgil that was making coffee.

"Uh, good morning Patton," Logan replied, placing his coffee on the table opposite Patton then sitting down in front of him. "Oh, woah, wait- you're not- so why are you dressed like...? What?" Logan could only smile lightly into his coffee cup at Patton fumbling over his words, the other continued to look at him with a confused expression.

"All my clothes are missing from my wardrobe, I suspect highly that it's Romans doing as a 'prank' on me or Virgil," Logan cleared up, his hands wrapped around his cup so he gained more warmth but only made him feel more sleepy. "Ah, well, that won't do! I'll go tell him off right away." Patton stood suddenly and made his way out of the kitchen, most likely heading towards Roman's room.

Logan stayed put, sipping his coffee while listening out for any potential arguing coming from Roman's room; instead he heard Virgil's voice from behind him, "what are you doing in my clothes?" Logan turned as much as he could from his position in the chair, his arm swinging over the back rest, "I believe Roman has stolen all of my usual attire and left yours in return." Virgil simply nodded in return as if it were just a normal, common, everyday occurrence - to them it actually was - and he sat down next to the other as Logan righted himself in his seat.

"So, um, my clothes fit you then?" Virgil awkwardly asked, unsure of what else to say to prompt a conversation. "Well technically we have the same physical body so of course they would fit," Logan answered only to get a slight frown off Virgil, "however, I do think the jeans are restricting but the hoodie is very comfortable." Virgil's frown lessened, he didn't smile but his eyes showed amusement which Logan thought was a win in his books.

A door slamming broke the momentary silence through the mind scape and Patton appeared back in the kitchen, he looked between the two who now looked even more identical than usual. "Roman is going to return your clothes now so I'd give him a few minutes then you can change back," Patton informed them and Logan nodded in understanding. "You know I think I'll keep this on for a little while longer," Logan said, pulling the sleeves of the hoodie down over his hands to mirror Virgil which Patton just laughed at and begun making breakfast.