The Space Inbetween (Analogical)

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Author's Note: Hey everyone! Wow. This was a hard fic to write! Number one because it's zero gravity and number two characterizations just aren't up to par today. I'm not sure why that is. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this little gift I have to offer you all. Let me know if the tickle fight part is a little confusing. I was trying to write it in Zero-Gravity and I think I did ok. Anyways though. All warnings will be put below, because this is written just a little bit different than my other tickle fics. It's basically a Space AU. Love you all! Enjoy!

The Space Inbetween

Ships: Analogical

Words ~ 2,222 ~

Warnings: Three F-bombs

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"Probe 1?"

"Functioning normally. All intermolecular and technological functions are stable as of now."

"Probe 2?"

"Same as Probe 1."

"Probe 3?"

"Fully functional as well."

"Probe 4?"

"Also in working order."

"How about this? Instead of giving me 546 more synonyms that tell me each probe is 'fully functional', you tell me which probes aren't and we can get this job done a whole lot faster."

"Virgil, that's not Probe 5." The purple haired boy, Virgil, sighed back in his seat, slapping his hands to the scientific keyboard in complete irritation.

"Logan this is boring. Fifty times this month we've checked them, Lo! Fifty! Can we just... write down which ones are having trouble and call it a day?"

The brunette next to him adjusted his glasses, seeming to have no sympathy for Virgil's boredom.

"No Virgil. We must continue this routine. Do you think I enjoy this anymore than you? I'm simply pushing my emotions out of the equation so I can work now and complain later. I suggest you do the same." Virgil gave a sound huff before leaning his head on his elbow, twirling around in his swivel chair aimlessly.

"Probe 5..."

"It's working..."

"Like us." Logan chuckled, quite amused at Virgil's comeback.

"I suppose so. Next."

"Probe 6." Virgil mumbled, watching the world spin slowly through a window thousands of miles below their tiny space station.

"Operational." The space station was silent for a moment, save for the constant clicks from Logan's typing on his keyboard.

Virgil yawned. "Probe 7."

"Currently active." Logan turned his attention away momentarily from his computer screen, to eye his drowsy boyfriend who looked as if he was putting his head down on a high school desk. "You better not be falling asleep on me Virgil. I will wake you if you do. And rudely at that."

"I'm not asleep." Virgil stated from where his voice was muffled by his arm. "I'm just resting my eyes." Logan could barely see his face through the fringe of his boyfriend's hair. "Probe 8...?"

Logan sighed, shaking his head with fondness as he returned to his keyboard. "In good condition."

"Probe 9." Virgil's voice got quieter and quieter as it seemed he'd finally found the perfect comfy spot to nestle into on his desk.

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