pale || prinxiety

anxiety & morality

we made up and it doesn't seem like...we're gonna fight any time soon, well, it doesn't seem like we are at least. we still have small arguments or what morality liked to call a 'tiff' and logic was a little salty because morality knew a word he didn't, he was usually like that, but then morality would let him talk about something even if he knew it because; "i want him to feel like he has the best brain".

they're pretty cute if i have to be honest.

"annnncccccyyyyyyyy!" i hear prince whine, he's sprawled on the floor of my room, no idea why. "whhhhhhaaaaaaaat" i mock, raising a brow. "do you think thomas should get a dog?" he asks, and he rolls his eyes at my shocked expression.

thomas can barely make himself a full dinner let alone look after a tiny creature who barks and whines...just like princey.
"absolutely not! do you know how much hassle and mayhem that would be?" i reply, "calm down ancelina jolie, not a dog person?" he raises his arms, chuckling softly. "no, dogs are too loud and bouncy" i roll my eyes. "cat person?" he asks and i nod. "really? what did i expect from someone like you" he laughs quietly.
"hold on, hold on, hold on-" i retort, but he cuts me off. "can we switch the language, we about to hit it!" he begins, and very quickly, being the responsible, melancholic downer i am, i place a hand over his mouth, scrambling from the stairs to the ground to stop him from trying to speak Spanish.

"not now, not that...ever" i respond, and i feel his lips go into a smirk under my hands. "wha-" i quickly retract my hands. "you poisoned apple! god!" i wipe my hands on his clothes, while he laughs.

"if i'm a poisoned apple, can i at least the apple of your eye?" he smirks, and i narrow my eyes. "you just licked my hand and expect me to cater to your pick up lines". "i don't need to use one to get you, i already have you" he grins, "god, i hate you".
"no you don't~" he snickers, placing a finger under my chin as i slowly pull up my hood. "i will trap your finger in my hood if you don't move it". "what?" he chuckles, and before he knows it, i've pulled the hoodie strings but he managed to retract his hand. "so...you hiss, and you have a hiding mechanism...are you very sure you are a human type creature?" and very hesitantly i nod.

"you kinda look like a...emo batman" roman comments. "bugger off" i mutter. "an emo, british slang using batman" he laughs, as i fix the hoodie strings but keep the hood up.

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"i think they're getting on" i grin, looking over at logic, "no lil' tiffs" i add, seeing him pout a little from when i said it and he didn't know it. "stop using that word" he mumbles. "but it's cute! go on, say it, pleeeaase" i smile brightly, poking his shoulder a little. "...tiff" he says reluctantly. "awww~" i clap my hands together lightly. "so adorable!" i giggle. "it's simply a word, as a dog is just...a dog" he shrugs his shoulders.

"logan! a pup is not just a 'dog'! i'm taken aback!" he place a hand on my chest. "they are beautiful friends and family! just like little kitty!" i turn around, back to him. "patton, it's an animal" he retorts. "nope, i refuse to believe your lies" i shake my head and i hear him sigh, and i just smile...just a lil'.

"animals are not just...'animals'" he says. "now, say; fish are friends, not fo-". "i thought i was talking to patton, not roman" he retorts and i snicker a little, turning back around. "and that is what he call...a tiff!". "we had a...tiff?" he raises a brow. "mhm!" i snicker, hugging him gently, feeling his arms around me slowly.

we pull apart, looking at each other, quietly. "w-why is this not awkward, this should be awkward, should it not? a silence?" he interrupts the quiet, scratching the back of his neck, face going red. "quietness isn't always awkward, it can be nice, you know" i reply, smiling softly, and i think he understands, glancing at me and then his eyes just kinda dart down a little before back up, and all i can do is snicker a little. "you okay there?" i giggle. "just a little, uhm, i don't know" he replies, cheeks going brighter. "is it hot in here or just me..?" he asks, "is that a...". "a what? my face feels warm for some reason".
"riddle me this, logan...why do people blush?" i ask, making it sound like curiousity.

"oh! it can be caused by stress, embarrassment, anger, alcohol and romantic stimulation" he answers. "what kind of romantic stimulation?". "uhm, for example, someone may blush when they someone they're attracte-".

i cut him off, placing my hands on his cheeks, leaning in and kissing him, slowly he kisses back.
"for someone who knows a lot about psychology, you really gotta learn how to detect the signs on yourself" i snicker, and he rolls his eyes. "just teasing you, log" i grin, leaning in once again, thumb over his cheek as his arms wrap around me.

he gives the best hugs if i'm being 100% honest.

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