Tally Marks (Prinxiety and Logicality)

Destitute of Vision

Logan couldn't stop smiling. He sat in his room on his office chair, reading through the lines of a book without actually seeing them.

Just as he'd promised, Patton had rejoined him, and they sat at the table to eat. Together, they laughed and joked all throughout the meal, even more than usual. They smiled when they ate, and as they talked, and even while clearing the table. Too soon, they went their separate ways.

For the first time, he felt something close to comfort in knowing another person. Somebody made him feel interesting, and special. The inclination was certainly mutual.

Well, with the newfound appreciation for his friend buzzing about his brain, spending the day alone seemed a far cry from the best scenario for their free day in the mindscape. So, after a tirade of completely-unsuccessful hours of staring at the pages, he finally bounced up, tossed the book haphazardly over his shoulder and hastened into the hallway.

"Good evening, Patton," Logan thought inside his head, walking briskly through the halls of the mind, "This morning, when you acquired your burn; the circumstance alarmed me, greatly. I've had time to reflect on the matter, and have come to the conclusion that, despite not fully-realizing such for many years, you are an exemplary, wonderful person. I enjoy being in your presence, and deeply respect you, much more than I had previously envisioned. Would you like to work out a situation in which we are together much more frequently? I would definitely be inclined to that scenario, if you are likewise amenable."

Practically skipping by his standards and incredibly lost in thought as he rounded the corner, it shouldn't have been a surprise when he ran into someone.

They grunted, and both fell to the ground, landing with identical thudding noises.

His glasses had fallen, Logan reaching for them as he spoke towards a dark blur sitting across him. "My sincerest apologies, I wasn't paying-" The person across from him came into focus as he slid the frames back up his nose. "Oh, hello Virgil?"

The other side had fallen, without grace, like himself. However, much differently than him, Virgil wore a semiformal blazer and dress pants, and a shirt of that particular shade of purple. His skin popped against the darkness. All in all, he looked very nice.

Virgil followed Logan's gaze, realizing in an instant. "Yeah I know, the getup is kind of a lot. Wasn't my choice, trust me." He stood, extending a hand. With the pose and the suit, he looked like a shadow version of Roman.

Accepting the help, Logan got to his feet and dusted himself off. "Nonsense, you appear rather..." He reached for his vocabulary cards before realizing he'd forgotten them. "...spiffy."

Virgil's eyes narrowed. "What's got you in such a good mood?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"I mean," he rolled his eyes, "I've never heard you say 'spiffy' before. What's your damage?"

Logan didn't have to consider his answer long, cracking a tiny grin. "I must admit, there's a certain person who's been on my mind lately. I was just on my way to secure a different, improved relationship between the two of us."

Virgil's eyes widened. "You...wait, what are you saying here, did you find one on you? How long have you known?" He said in an undertone, a smile of his own blooming hesitantly over his face.

Logan scrunched his eyebrows, dropping his smile somewhat in place of a raised eyebrow.

The glee in Virgil's voice twisted into an anxious frown, hands balling in place of where his hoodie pockets would usually be. "Fuck, I shouldn't have said that."