Sanders Sides One-shots

Notes (OT4 - Poly) [2/3]

Ship: OT4 - Poly (focus is on Logicality)

Okay, this update isn't that late, thank God.

I have a surprise in store for this chapter. I'm wondering what the reactions will be, haha. Dw though, it's not angst.

So yeah. I'm excited~

Note is at the bottom!

• Prefers dark chocolate over milk chocolate

"Hmm?" He quirked an eyebrow as he rummaged through the fridge.

He could've sworn he'd bought it just yesterday. Where was it?

A voice called from behind him. "Logan dear, whatcha doin'?"

"I am searching for the bar of dark chocolate that I purchased recently. I can not seem to find it."

"Oh... that was yours?"

"Yes..." Logan confirmed, shutting the fridge and turning around to eye Patton accusingly, "Do you perhaps know where it is?"

His boyfriend smiled sheepishly at him, shifting from foot to foot. "Maaaaaaaaybe."

"Oh, please. Do elaborate." He played along.

"A, uh, homeless lady ate it!"

"Please do not reference our most recent video."

Patton giggled cheekily, a playful smile plastered on his face. "Maybe it disappeared, like magic!"

"Or perhaps someone took it."

A gasp. "Oh no! That person should be locked up behind bars!"

Logan shook his head, groaning at the pun. "Anyways... did you consume the whole bar?"

"...yes."

"My love, it was a 6 by 4 piece block. That is not healthy."

"Well," Patton shrugged, "I'd rather be happy than thin."

"Fair enough. However, that does not change the fact that excess sugar could cause you harm. And we wouldn't want my beloved Patton to be sick, would we?" He reminded, ruffling his boyfriend's hair fondly.

"Nope!" He grinned.

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"Whoa..." The three traits breathlessly took in the mesmerising sight in front of them.

There, laid out in front of them, was what could have been described as a banquet. The table was packed with dishes of food, almost as if extracted straight from a movie. They didn't exactly register what foods there were, but the sheer amount of it. Their table wasn't exactly small and some plates seemed to be stacked to the point that they would topple over with the least bit of movement.

How long must have all of this taken to cook?

"Happy Anniversary, my loves." Logan greeted, walking out of the kitchen with a platter of roasted turkey in hand.

He somehow set it down on the packed table, before taking a seat. He smiled at them. "Well? Will you be standing around gawking for much longer or shall we dig in?"

The three standing there with the jaws dropped finally managed to snap out of their awe, clamouring around the table and taking a seat. Logan passed them all a plate and some cutlery before gesturing for them to dig in.

They didn't need to be told twice.

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"Ugh, I'm stuffed." Virgil whined.