Deceit was standing in the living room. He was the only one there at this point, and was preoccupied with rehearsing his lines for the next video of theirs. He has the script in his lap, and was muttering the words under his breath. He then would flip the book over, and try to say the lines without looking. He was a couple pages deep at this point, and was already losing focus. It might have been nice to have someone to practice with.
As if he'd summoned him, Logan rose up in the kitchen. He'd come here for a reason, (most likely Crofters), but the sight of Deceit made him pause. His eyes narrowed behind his glasses.
Deceit raised an eyebrow. "Well, well, well..." He said lowly. "If it isn't Logan."
"But it is me." Logan said abruptly.
Deceit frowned. "No, it's a figure of speech—"
Logan raised his chin up, and turned to the fridge. "Your villain tricks don't work on me." He said. "I'm no fool."
Deceit just stared at him. Why did he even try?
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Incorrect Sanders Sides
FanfictionShort little drabbles about the Sanders Sides. Mostly meant to make you laugh. All ships are included (except romantic Creativitwins) Character Credit goes to Thomas Sanders and the other creators behind the Sanders Sides
