Patton figured that this was normal.
The older of the sides stood in his regular corner, his signature toothy grin plastered on his face, bright as a star. He bounced occasionally, watching the banter between the other three seemed to be enough for him.
"I just don't see any point in it, Roman." Logan sighed, pressing a finger to the bridge of his glasses and pushing them up to meet his face. "There's no drastic need to go see Wicked. Again."
"Of course there is!" Roman exclaimed, his cheeks almost as red as his sash from his sheer excitement.
"And why is that?" Logan pressed, pale arms crossed over his black polo. Patton shot up his hand, grin spreading wider. Roman rolled his eyes, hands resting on his hips in a dramatic manner. That was who he embodied after all, the crazy expressions and somehow accented personality of Roman consisted of these poses.
"We aren't high-schoolers anymore, Patton."
"I know, I just didn't want to interrupt!"
"Well you've already done that, so continue if you must."A sharp stab entered Patton's ribcage. Roman's careless words seemed to be the most effective to him, because Patton could relate the most to the spanish-speaking side. His eccentrics and bouts of energy showed Patton that he did feel some sort of happiness, which was always nice to see. However, even Roman was short with Patton. It was like the cardigan-clad personality deeply and truly irked him, and he genuinely despised his existence.
Patton smiled however, for he thought this was normal.
"I was gonna say that if Thomas wanted to see Wicked again, he should! it'll make him happy, right?"
This time Logan interrupted, his wrist flicking as he adjusted the thick black frames once again. It's a thing he never stopped doing.
"it's far from productive, Patton. I understand your.. need to have Thomas act like a bumbling buffoon, but we need to get more videos out."
Patton bit his lip, the flesh rolling in between his teeth as he listened to Logan bite down his hopes. The emotional side did what he was known to do, be emotional, as he felt tears prick in his eyes. If logan noticed, he didn't let it show.
but god did he want to.
Patton smiled and nodded, muttering a quiet 'okay.' "I see your point now, kiddo. I'll leave you be."
He pulled at the hoodie sleeves around his shoulders as he walked away from his spot in the living room. As he went to turn into the hallway, Logan's eyes bored into him. He felt them on his back as he closed the door to his room.
When he went to flick on the light-switch, he felt something oddly sharp just beneath the smooth panel. When the light did illuminate the room, Patton saw it. A strip of paint, curled and hardened as it peeled away from the wall of his room. Patton's heart skipped a beat out of fear, and the paint peeled further. The light flickered a shade dimmer as Patton stepped back.
The room was falling apart, as was he.Patton thought this was normal, though.
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How Come I Never Asked You About Your Day? (DISCONTINUED)
FanfictionPatton is fine, isn't he? He is the core of Thomas' happy feelings after all.