Incrementum | Roman + Virgil | Prinxiety

_.|$|._: Chapter Four

a/n: I'm back!

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Patton popped up in the central room of the light side of the mind palace beside Logan, who looked over at him with wide eyes.

"What was that?" He asked. Patton turned around to him.

"I don't know, but I do know that was absolutely poopie." He said. Logan rolled his eyes.

"Obviously, that's why I'm sticking around to even help." Logan said. Patton gasped.

"You want to help Virgil!" Patton said. Logan gave him a look of almost.

"Not necessarily, I'm more here to try and help Thomas through understanding. Though, Virgil is of my concern." He said. Patton pouted and fixed his sweater around his neck to be centered.

"Well, he probably popped into his room, so let's go there!" Patton said. Logan raised an eyebrow.

"But, shouldn't I have background before we just storm in? Or make a plan?" He asked. Patton gaped at him.

"Oh yeah... that would be a good idea, wouldn't it?" He asked with a large smile.Logan raised an eyebrow.

"Patton, are you hiding information from me?" He asked. Patton adverted his eyes from Logan's.

"No, not at all, Logan! Whatever's up with Virgil I'm sure we can help with. Maybe just listening will help him out, you know?" Patton asked. Logan's eyebrow stayed above the other in his complexion.

"Sure, considering the fact that you asked Thomas that in a past video, and that you knew exactly what to do as if you've talked to Virgil about this type of thing before. You just lied." Logan said. Patton started to sweat anxiously.

"I-I didn't!" Patton said. Logan rolled his eyes.

"You did, considering the fact that you are horrible at lying." Logan said. Patton looked himself over, checking his hands.

"Am I Deceit!?" He asked. Logan rolled his eyes once more as he let out a breath.

"No, Deceit wouldn't ask that question. Now, can you please inform me with," Logan started to say as he pulled out his deck of vocabulary cards. "Ahem, Virgil's tea,"

"Sure, do you want it green or black?" Patton asked. Logan sighed.

"Regular, with milk and a single sugar cube" Logan said. Patton gasped.

"You added onto my Dad joke!" Patton exclaimed. Logan shrunk in his posture and pushed his glasses up his glabella.

"Maybe, but can you please tell me what is wrong with Virgil?" He asked. Patton sighed and moved over to the door of the lounge he created for himself and Virgil. He gestured for Logan to go over and peer in, pointing into the room.

Logan walked over, and peered into the lavender room of softness. He examined the beanbags on the floor and the soft corner couch with the obscene amount of blankets and pillows. He observed the board games, the crochet projects folded ready to be put away. Logan looked to Patton, who was smiling.

"I didn't know you knew how to crochet." He acknowledged. Patton giggled.

"What's so funny?" Logan asked.

"That was not me, I can't work a needle if it was a rocket ship." Patton said. Logan raised a confused brow at him.

"But that's impossible, you have no idea how to fly a rocket." He said. Patton sighed with a smile.

"Virgil crochets, it calms him down!" Patton said excitedly. Logan smiled to himself.

"Really? What a technique." He said. "So, what is the purpose of this room, to calm him down?"