Logan's pov

I sighed and dropped my book on the desk. I was not in the mood for reading and I couldn't focus on any puzzles. I got up and headed for the door into the imagination. I looked around, if anyone saw me in the imagination I would never live it down. There was no one there so I opened the door and slipped through. I jogged over to the forest and made sure that I was in so deep that anyone following me would get lost or turn around for fear of getting lost. I walked east for five minutes and came upon my clearing, just as it should have been. I walked towards the entrance of the building. I looked at the door. The plain wood had begun to show beneath the peeling paint. Virgil must've had one of his moods and made it rain to calm down. I sighed and went inside to grab my paints. I grabbed the small folding table that I had for projects like this and set it up outside my door. I grabbed two cases, one with brushes, the other with paints, and set them on the table. I opened them both and pushed them to the back of the table. I set a water pot in front of them and a spare piece of sandpaper next to it. I sanded down the door and had it ready to paint in no time. I started putting little dashes, crosses and dots on the door where I meant to have patterns end or start for the mural. I picked up a brush and dipped it in the heather purple that reminded me of Virgil, I began to paint, changing brushes and colours when I needed and letting my feelings flow from my head to the door.

~time skip brought to you by FALSEHOOD~

I stood back to admire my work. Most of it was painted in shades of purple or greys and black. I had every shade of purple I could name and then some, from orchid and iris to sangria and boysenberry. The entire door was painted in the aesthetic of Virgil. I sighed, a small flicker of a smile may have crossed my face. In the centre of the door a small red heart stood out from the cooler and darker background shades. I opened the door and shut it behind me. I picked up a canvas and set it on the easel. I picked up my brush again, ready to paint.

 Virgil's pov

I picked up the paper with my design on it. Princey's was coming along nicely and I had Patton's base done but I still hadn't gotten started on Logan's. He inspired me in so many ways but I just couldn't put my ideas on paper in the way I wanted, let alone create it in fabrics and threads. I leaned back in my chair and let out a sigh. Why was this not working? I picked up the pencil and tapped it on the desk. Impatiently, I stood and packed away my box of materials, my sewing machine and the half finished outfits. I put away the drawings and went to sir sing a lot's door, he might know something. 

"Hey Princey, get your dumb ass out here, I need your help." I said as I smacked my knuckles against his door.

"What on earth do you want, emo nightmare?"

"I need you to tell me something, if you can"

"Of course, what is it my chemically imbalanced romance?"

"One, don't call me that. Two, do you have any idea what Logan likes about those pjs we keep getting from no one?"

"He told me that he loves how well made they are, he likes the use of patterns and he likes how they inspire him to do something or other, he ran out after he said they inspire him."

"Great, do you know if any particular pair was his favourite?"

"Well, he did particularly like the ones he got on his birthday last year, why do you ask?"

"I was asking Patton earlier and I got curious about what Logan thought, he wasn't in his room or in the commons though, so I decided to ask you, I know you and Logan have those late night chats, you talk really loud." I said, getting nervous that he might notice I was lying. He smiled.

"Well, if that's all, I'm glad I could be of assistance, J Delightful"

"Stop with the nicknames..." I muttered as I turned away. 

He liked the aesthetic, the patterns, and the design. I smiled as I thought of how much heart I poured into them. I blushed a little and sat down at my desk, new ideas flooding my head by the second

Patton's pov

I picked up the little cat that I made for Virgil and checked all the folds. It was perfect. I put the cat next to the lion I had made for Roman and the owl I had made for Logan. I smiled and decided I would put them out tonight, everyone's reactions are what excite me the most. Logan smiles and puts down a little note saying thank you, Virgil puts the little creature on his shoulder and it stays there until he goes to his room and presumably he puts it down somewhere, Roman yells his gratitude so that everyone can hear and carries around my little creations all day. I have made a few for myself and asked deceit to pretend to be me and to get the gifts (because he is a much better actor than me) so that the others didn't think I was the one making their little figures. It gave me something to look forward to. I looked outside and saw no one in the corridor, I made my way into the commons and placed the little figurines around the room. I smiled as I put Virgil's in his favourite mug, I put Logan's on the coffee machine and I left Roman's on the back of the sofa, so that he would see it the minute he walked in the room. I went back upstairs to my room and went to bed.

Roman's pov

I tapped my pen on the desk, the little strip of paper in front of me. I tried to come up with something to tell Patton how I feel but I would have to make poems for the others as well.

Your eyes sparkle a perfect deep brown

Your tears break my heart and make me fall down

or :

I feel my heart begin to swell

when I see the smile I know so well

what about:

you have my head in a spin 

from keeping these feelings in

I looked at the little pieces of paper, I couldn't decide on one so I just went with all of them. I put them in an envelope and slipped it under his door, I retreated to my room before he could open the door, he couldn't know it was me. I sighed and sat down, prepared to write down poems for the others, Logan preferred my free verse poems and Virgil enjoyed limericks. I put the pen to the paper and began to write out Logan's poem.