98. Where are your pants?
100. You’re my soulmate?You said I could pick the ship so I’m gonna do logince because I don’t do that one very often.
Thomas was tired. Really tired. To the point where he almost felt high.
Roman was stumbling around, not really knowing what to do. He ran face first into Logic.
Prince was confused but Logic seemed almost drunk. Prince looked down and then looked again.
“Where are your pants?” He asked Logan in an incredibly dignified manner.
Logan looked down. “My bedroom? Isn’t this my bedroom, Roman? Oh, I am tired. I am so, tired,”
He looked at the prince with wide eyes. “This isn’t my bedroom. Roman, I am losing myself. And that means…”
He stared off into the distance for a good twenty seconds before looking Roman dead in the eyes again.
“Thomas is losing his mind,”
They both burst out into giggles. Roman managed through his laughter, “replace your pants!”
Logic did so, and then went right back to laughing. Then he realized he was laughing and straightened himself out.
“Roman, its clear to me now that I am delirious. Or, something like that. Am I? Will you show me to my room? Thomas needs to go to sleep,”
Roman started leading Logic away. “You can have my room for the night. Neither of us are sane enough to go all that way at the moment,”
They got to the royal bedroom and Prince let Logic crash on his large bed, while he got on one of the sofas at the edge of the room.
Neither of them could sleep, despite how tired they were. Logic spoke into the darkness.
“Roman?”
“What is it, nerd?”
“We are roommates right now,”
“Just for the night, yes,”
“And if the soul exists, we are part of the same soul,” Logic said, voice full of wonder.
“I suppose so?” Roman said, confused
“You’re my soulmate? For tonight?” Logic said, letting out a small giggle.
“Oh, for the love of, just go to sleep! You’re high!”
I’m still in love with this fic. It’s hilarious.
98 and 100 together if you can
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