"why are...sitting on the floor, you can sit on the couch?" logan raises a brow, but he's just a little unimaginative, the floor is comfy!
"do ya' wanna join me?" i ask, grinning up at him, trying to get a smile out of him, but he doesn't budge. "i'm quite fine" he mutters.

he sighs, before his eyes widen behind his glasses. "it's coming". "what's coming". "i can sense it...". "but what i-"

"WHERE IS ANXIETY!? I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO FIND HIM?! AND HE IS NOT IN HIS ROOM! HOW DO I KNOW!? I WANTED TO PERSUADE HIM TO GIVE ME SOME OF HIS DISNEY MERCHANDISE BUT HE WASN'T THERE, AND NO ONE SAID NO SO I ALSO CAN'T FIND HIM AND I...STOLE HIS NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS POST...POSTER!".

"well, someone had a bit of a mouthful" i chuckle, before looking back at roman's face. "you're as red as your sash, kiddo!".
"i am too worked up to correct you on my proper titles!".

"okay, okay, calm down a little, sit down..." logic tells him, patting the area on the couch that was free. "why...are you on the floor?".
"he's a man-child, don't ask him" logan sighs.

"so, anxiety is, reportedly, missing?" he starts, earning a small nod. "did you search his whole room?", he gets the nod from prince. "was he under the fridge stuffing his face with unhealthy excuses for food to compensate for the 'dark pit left in his heart' again?".

"you know he only does that every second week" princey rolls his eyes. "two times in one week if it's a stressful one!" i pipe up. "yeah, times can get tough...".

"hey, morality, you do all these...feeling...emotions, sad stuff, if you find him, talk to him?" logan looks at me, and i nod enthusiastically, because helping others is what makes me all fuzzy inside!

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after a quick rush to the kitchen to grab a lot of water, some food and i also found a fake cactus for him! also a blanket! cause who doesn't need a cuddle buddy every once in a while, and i didn't have any dogs for him.
i manage to get to his room, and look around. "ohh, anxi~" i call out, looking around, and i hear a sudden shuffle by the stairs. "hey, buddironi" i smile as i spot him behind the wall. he looks at me with a raised brow, but shuffles a little and takes some of the food from my arms.

"join me, sunshine" he mumbles through a mouthful of food. "manners, anxiety, chew and swallow before speaking" i retort, and i see him roll his eyes but the corners of his lips lift a little. "what do you want?" he adds, tongue peeking out to snatch a small crumb off his lip.

"well, i wanted to know how you were? i can be a bit of a worry wart-", "like me", "no self-depreciation now anxiety".

"i wanted to know if you were okay, princey came to see if you were here" i tell him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "yeah, he took my poster, the...goose..?" he mumbles, as if reluctant to say that. "a...goose?". "someone stupid".

"i guess i'm fine..." he replies, shrugging his shoulders, taking the blanket, placing it between us and placing one part of it on my shoulder to rest his head on.

(i earned his trust! so i don't wanna move because then he moves and nooo, come back, little biscuit!).

"i don't think you're that fine" i smile hesitantly. "...maybe you're right" he sighs, shoving more food in his gobstopper. "d'you wanna talk about it..?" i raise a brow.

"do you think i'm...a...you know?".
"a...cute fellow?" i guess, but it's probably wrong because he replies with an eye roll, wiping his mouth a little. "a nuisance? like, some kind of black-head on a face of clear skin...a scratch on a beautiful car...like a drawing that was ruined by a faulty eraser...".

it hurts to hear him speak like this, but it's a part of listening, even if it's not what you want to hear.
"you do know you're important? even if everyone doesn't acknowledge that. you're important to us, and we care about you, even if some of them do it in their own...special way" i smile, handing him a bottle of water, five left for us.
he takes it and takes small sips through the day. sometimes he wants to be philosophical and deep, like when he wants to speak about space and use hand motions, or he wants to discuss if ice cubes feel superior to water or if they feel horrified because they're bathing in their brethren.

"but like...why was a spork needed? use a fork and a spoon like, why overcomplicate!".

"you're really something anxiety! a real...go getter in the thoughts department".

he smiles a little, before he just moves his face to look into my shoulder. at first, i assume he's possibly embarrassed, and it's just adorable~.
but soon i hear a snicker and a sniffle. i look down at him. "are you okay?".

he lifts his head, cheeks red and eyes teary. "it's late and i'm a little emotional, i just need a moment".

i let him cry and laugh, because it's nice to hear him like this, in a raw state of emotional, he's a really nice guy...yeah...real nice and kind.