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(A/N I'm so sorry this took so long. School has been killing me and I'm trying to get into the top graphics school in Austria so yeah I'm exhausted. I hope it was worth the wait!
Update: I'M IN!)

Staring off into space had become a regular thing for the father figure. He couldn't seem to think straight. He would be having a normal day, then a certain thing would cross him mind and he'd become a blushing mess, daydreaming about it for hours on end.
What was thing thing, you ask? Simple. His damned perfect roommates. His roommates were far from flawless, all having their bad moments as everyone does, but to Patton they were the most amazing people in the world. Though, to be fair he didn't have a lot of options. Yet he still adored them.

Roman and his charm. He sent Patton into a flurry of joy with every sweet compliment and smile sent his way. He was so brave and fantastic. The fanciful side had his unique charm to him, being the romantic one of them. Every second of his presence could make Patton blush.

Then Logan with his wit. He always knew what to say to make the father figure melt. He found it adorable how the teacher acted high and mighty, yet could never manage to resist a pillow fort while watching Sherlock with him. Logan loved to act emotionless and robotic, but Patton knows he'd fight someone who weighs 153 pounds for him.

And Virgil. He was dark, emo and terrifying when they first met. But then, after a while he had started to open up, letting Patton see what a lobable dork he was. Though his past as a dark side was rough, he managed to get over it and was now inseparable from the Light Sides.

Once Patton had realised how truly gay he was for the other sides, things had become a lot more difficult.

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