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The three light sides; Morality, Logic and Creativity had coexisted just as long as Thomas himself.
Given their different traits it was a surprise to no one in the mindscape when Patton and Roman quickly became close. Going from acquaintances to inseparable best friends in just under a month.
It was during their third impromptu Disney movie marathon night, another one that Logic had declined to join, that the two would become even closer.
Roman was of course singing along to every song that played and even Patton was happy to join him with just as much enthusiasm. Their fingers where already intertwined, and looking back neither side could remember who first linked them. They sang the last part of the duet together, turning to direct the song at each other instead of at the TV like all the other songs before.
"All at once everything is different. Now that I see you~"
Their eyes locked as they sang, the two sides simultaneously thinking 'God I love him'
"Now that I see you~"
Romans eyes widened in realisation and colour filled both of their cheeks as they quickly released each other's hands, just now realising that they were practically sat in each other's lap, having moved closer during the song.
Patton fake coughed into his hand to dispel the crushing awkward silence between them as Roman tried to look everywhere but back at the other.
"W-well kiddo is getting rather late, perhaps it's best if we hit the hay." Patton stated, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, while also glancing away from where the other sat.
"It is indeed! We'll have to finish our Disney marathon tomorrow!" Roman responded perhaps a little too quickly, jumping up from the couch and throwing in a fake yawn that was so dramatic it had the fatherly trait laughing softly. Allowing Roman a few seconds to stare completely dumbfounded at him, 'Dear God Patton was beautiful. How could he have only just noticed!'
The two said their goodnights and headed to their respective rooms with a single thought on their mind. 'What should I do to show my love?'
It had taken all night but Roman had finally settled on a romantic plan of action! The shear amount of ideas that he had come up with and then subsequently tossed aside was enough to make even old pocket protectors head spin. Every idea he had just paled in comparison Pattons splendor, no idea was romantic enough, was grand enough to express his utter adoration to the other side.
So in the end he had compiled a few of the best ideas into one romantic day starting with breakfast in bed!
Patton was normally the first awake and out of bed, the other always waking up at around 6:30am but Roman hadn't slept meaning he could sneak into the kitchen earlier and cook before Patton even woke up.
Stood in the kitchen at around 5am staring down at the bunch of ingrdents for pancakes Roman realised the fault in his plan.
He didn't know how to cook.
He wasn't one to pay attention on the few and far between moments when Thomas was cooking and Patton did all the cooking in the mindspace, leaving the creative trait with no experience whatsoever and no idea on how to proceed.
"Uuuggh this is a disaster!" Roman wailed to himself, kneeling on the floor dejected, posing like he was damning the very heavens for his inability to cook.
'Get yourself together Roman! You've surely seen Patton make this dish once or twice how hard could it be! Rise up and create for your love!!' He thought as he pulled himself from the floor, determined to try.
It was now somewhere around 6 and it was not going well.
Flour coated everything, there was butter and batter spilt on the counters, floor and a bit had managed to get into his hair making it stick up at a weird angle.
Roman couldn't remember if there were eggs in the recipe so he added a couple in anyway just in case, unfortunately a few bits of shell had also been added in his haste.
Roman had poured the mixture into the pan and wiped his forehead, unknowingly leaving a streak of batter. All he had to do was wait until it cooked and then flip the pancake somehow but he'll work that out when he gets there.
'I should probably tidy up while I'm waiting,' he thought as he glanced around at the bombsite that was the kitchen, after all it wouldn't be very princely to have his love clean up the mess he made and he could really do without Logic yelling at him about hygiene so early in the morning.
He moved to begin cleaning only to slip on some batter and ended up crashing to the floor in front of the oven with a startled yelp.
Patton had spent half of the night day dreaming about the creative side as he doodle little hearts and stars all over the pages in his puppy notebook. He couldn't help but feel all giddy, he was in love!
And gosh darn it he was going to show Roman just how much he loved him! He had decided that the best way to show his love would be to write a poem for the creative trait. Because Roman was so fancy and romantic he would surely appreciate a poem.
Writing a poem was easier said than done, he spent half of the time doodling in the margins and the other half trying and failing to come up with a good poem, Patton wasn't the creative one after all.
After writing and rewriting the poem around fifty times he finely ended up with the following:
Rose are pretty
Puppys are cute
Kittys are too
You are bee-utiful
I love you
Patton tilted his head and huffed as he stared down at the paper, it didn't really rhyme and it wasn't exactly a poem but he couldn't think of anything better as he had been trying for the past ten minutes to think of something else, so with a sigh he grabbed his colours and started on the pages decorations, which included a fat fuzzy bumblebee next to the "bee-utiful" line. A few hours later it was done!
Pattons hands where now covered in multi coloured ink stains, he even had some yellow on his cheek from when he had tapped the wrong side of the felt tip against it.The small "poem" had a border of stars, flowers and hearts, even a small drawing of the two holding hands that the Moral side had worked very hard on.
The only thing left too do was to present the gift to his love. A quick glance at the clock told him that it was around 6am. He brifely wondered if it was a good idea to wake the other side up just to tell him he love him, but the worry was quickly pushed aside, love will wait for no man woman or nonbinary kiddos!! Roman was always the second one up anyway so it really wouldn't be too much of a bother, if he tried it with Logic on the other hand. Patton shivered at the thought, God help anyone who tries to get that one up before 7am pricicely.
Patton ran quietly to Romans room with the card griped in his hands. He knocked gently "kiddo? Are you up?" After a few agonising minutes of silence he knocked again, this time opening the door "Kid-oh.."
He paused at the state of the room. Paper was everywhere, it lay in piles, crumpled and tossed anywhere and everywhere. But Roman was no where in sight. Patrons heart fell, Roman was known to frequently visit his fantasy relm at any hour and could be there for days at a time but he rarely left without informing one of them.
He couldn't help but feel a little hurt that the other had left and not told him. With a sigh he gently folded the letter and put it in his pocket before making his way down stairs. Maybe he'll have ice cream for breakfast before Logic could come down and lecture him about unhealthy eating habits.
He had just reached the bottom of the stairs when he herd a yelp followed quickly by a crash. He imeditly rushed into the kitchen to see one of the biggest messes he'd ever seen, flour and batter covered near enough everything. Someone had clearly been trying to cook, it would honestly be a surprise if any of the ingredients made it into the bowl.
Patton glanced around in confusion, wondering where the source of the sound had come from, before his eyes settled on Roman who was laying flat on his back defited.
Patton smiled wide as he saw the creative side, all but pouting up at the ceiling, covered in patches of flour and batter. He couldn't help but let out a squeak of delight as he realised that Roman had tried so hard to make breakfast. Patton heart warmed knowing that the other had gotten up early and tried to cook them something.
Romans head turned quickly to face the sound, blush and embarsment clear on his face at being caught moping on the floor surrounded by failure.
"Patton!" He yelped in surprise arms flailing as he tried to get up from his embarrassing position on the floor. In his rush to try and get up, Roman had accidentally knocked the the pan from the stove.
The creative trait could only stare wide eyed as the hot pan fell towards his half sitting form unable to stop it's descent.
Patton would later thank his parental instincts for how quickly he reacted in that situation but now the only thing on his mind was fear for his Prince charming and then burning pain.
A second before the hot pan had landed on Roman's face Patton had sprang forward and grabbed it, the burning pain of the hot metal almost made him instictavly drop it but one fast glance down at Romans wide and fearful eyes only made him grip tighter.
He spun around and all but threw the pan in the sink. Patton hugged his hands to his chest as the burning pain pulsed and stung like it was bone deep, gritting his teeth to keep from crying out.
"Patton!!" Roman was at his side in an instant, he turned the cold water tap on full and tried to pull the others hands towards it, only for Patton to hold his hands closer to his chest as if he could smother the pain eyes shut tight to keep back tears.
The fartherly trait felt a gentle hand on his cheek a thumb rubbing away the few tears that had slipped past his eyelashes, the other hand still holding his wrist.
"Sweetheart I'm so sorry, please give me your hands, they need to go under the water... please my love." Roman pleaded, Patton sniffed and opened his watery eyes to see guilt and sorrow on the others face, it was enough to break his heart. He let Roman take his hands and put them under the water, flinching violently as the burning pain seemed to double under the cold water.
Roman had one hand holding Pattons under the water while the other was wrapped around the others waist, letting Patton bury his face in the creative sides shoulder.
"I am so incredibly sorry Patton, I never ment for you to get hurt! I just wanted to surprise you with a romantic breakfast in bed... I guess I overlooked the fact that I can't cook." He laughed weakly.
Patton felt heat rise in his cheeks at the others words.
"You wanted to make me a romantic breakfast in bed?" He asked quietly, pulling back slightly to see the blush covering Romans face as he nodded. Patton smiled brightly and laughed.
"That's so sweet!! I didn't realise you loved me so much! Thank you!" He kissed Romans cheek, happy when he saw that it only made Roman blushed brighter.
"I-... umm... well it would have probably been a better idea if it had worked and if you hadn't gotten hurt." He stammered before looking guilty at the others hands still under the tap.
"Don't worry about it kiddo, it's already started healing. Though next time let's cook together! It could be a cooking dinner date!" Patton suggested, smiling brightly.
Roman smiled "So does this mean that you like me too?" He asked uncharacteristically shy.
"Yes! I actually spent most of the night writing you a love poem." Patton blushed, as he remembered the poem in his pocket. Romans eyes sparkled.
"You wrote a poem for me!? You must let me read it! Oh my gosh Patton I love you so much! I'm so happy!" Roman squealed, hugging the other close and spinning him around.
"Hi so happy! I'm happier!" Patton giggled as he was spun around.
Roman laughed and kissed the other lovely, a kiss that Patton eagerly returned. The two kisses for a few more moments in their happy little bubble, unaware of footsteps on the stairs.
"What on earth is going on?" An annoyed voice called from the kitchen entrance. The two jumped at the noise, pulling away from their kiss with blushing faces to see a very grumpy Logic, glaring accusingly back at them.
"Um we're gay." Patton blurted out, still holding onto Roman. Logic sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"We are all fragments of Thomas and since Thomas is gay we are all gay Morality." He mumbled somewhat exasperated, "Although I do believe some congratulations are in order for your new relationship, congratulation. I was actually referring to the current state of our kitchen, which I'm guessing Creativity is the cause of, correct?" Cold grey blue eyes turned to glare at the Princely trait.
Roman gulped, feeling ice creep up his spine under such a cold gaze.
"I can explain."