Attacked Stacks

Ships: None (Platonic Analogical)

Words: 1,575

Warnings: Cussing, tickling

It was the sixth time. The sixth time Logan had walked into the commons with a twenty-one heavy stack of books looking for the right place to set it. He was sorting through a lot of Thomas's memories so naturally the whole mind palace was in a mess.

He had warned the rest of the sides a week in advance before doing this, but even still they seem to have forgotten. Just this morning, Roman had accidently tripped over three different book stacks causing a domino affect that knocked the tallest book stack on top of Patton. Now that they had actually had stopped complaining, he had a bigger fear to worry about. Virgil would soon be awake and he would most likely be the biggest nuisance.

Logan shook himself back to the present, only to hear the creaking of Virgil's room door. Groaning, he mentally counted to three.

"LOGAN!! Why is there book stacks in the hallway? And the kitchen. And the commons. The bathroom too?! What the hell are you doing?!" Anxiety's voice could be heard in each part of the mindscape as he named them off. The logical aspect mentally groaned and managed to shimmy his way over to the hallway, peering his head over the stacks of books to see Virgil just in awe at the amount of books everywhere.

"It is the memory day I talked and warned you about one week ago. I also reminded you three days ago." Virgil turned his way and stopped, clearly thinking.

"Oh. That's today?" He pulled his jacket closer and struggled to make it over to where Logan was standing. "I'm guessing princey and Patton forgot?" He motioned to the stacks of books knocked over.

"Yes and by addition you as well." Logan lifted a leg and balanced the stack of twenty one books on his knee.

"Hey. At least I didnt knock anything over." He looked at his stack of books and stiffled a chuckle. He truly looked like he was having a difficult time. In response Logan turned away and began to trudge back into the kitchen with the books, visibly struggling to carry them.

"Yet." He shot back with audible strain in his voice. Virgil watched him go before tailing behind. Once he stepped in the kitchen, the logical aspect looked around, mildly grumbled and made a direction change back out from where he came.

The anxious facet raised an eyebrow as he passed by again and considered tripping him just to see the books fall out of his hands. As funny as that visual would be, it would've been uncharacteristic of him and then he'd have a grumpy Logan to deal with. He shook the thought out of his mind before continuing to follow the side again.

It went on for at least five more rooms. Some of which were duplicates as Logan seemingly kept forgetting where to put the stack of books or which rooms he had actually searched. It didnt take long for Virgil to become annoyed.

"Logan. This is just the commons again. Can you seriously not remember that you have been here before?" Logan's knees wobbled slightly and sweat dropped from his head.

"I...guess...not..."

"Logan. Your shaking."

"Great...observation..." It was said sarcastically through clenched teeth. It was then Virgil was absolutely finished with Logan's stubbornness.

"Ugh. Logan stop trying to be Roman and put the books down."

"...no..." He took another step and tried to drag his feet back the way he came again until he physically could not carry the books anymore. "Fine." To Virgil's relief and his own, Logan lowered the stack of books to the ground and gave an abnormally large sigh.

Virgil rolled his eyes. "Great. Now stop. Think. Remember where you put the other books of that type." Logan did not respond and just picked up the same stack of books again and walked away. "Did you remember?"

"No."

"Then where the hell are you going?!" Virgil chased after him, his irritation about to peak.

"Back to my room. I think I put the books of these categories there."

"Oh my god Logan! We went there two rooms ago!!! Put the books down and go look unhindered so you don't have to keep going into the same rooms!" Logan continued to carry the books, completely ignoring the facet behind him.

"Logan. I swear I will knock those books out of your hands if you don't set them down right now."

"You are not my mother." It was said so monotonous that if Virgil hadn't been so frustrated he would've laughed.

"Alright thats it wise guy!!!" Anxiety sprinted over behind him in hopes to grab the books out of his hands. Logan acted fast and moved out of the way, the tower of books wobbling and the top one accidently falling off.

Logan softly gasped and caught it with one of his hands, but now the whole stack was balancing on the other hand. He was standing, no, balancing face to face with a smirking Virgil.

"I...refuse to...fall...over..." he wobbled knowing any shove or push might send him to his knees.

"We'll see about that specs." Virgil tested the waters by softly poking his shoulder. Noticing the amount he wobbled and continued trying to make him fall over with minimal amounts of force.

"I suggest you...stop."

"No way. I'm gonna be here for this. I swear, you think your more invincible than Roman half the ti-" he was cut off by the tiniest noise as one of his pokes was aimed for Logan's lower ribs. The expression on the logical aspect tried to remain stoic, but it ultimately failed as Virgil saw right through his faltering blank expression. The most wicked grin formed across his face as the realization dawned on him.

"Well now I know exactly how to make you drop the books. You don't stand a chance."

Logan knew he was going to regret his next words, but he said them regardless. "I'm still standing now aren't I?" The snide remark was met with a sharp poke to his side, causing him to wiggle in a way that was uncharacteristic of him.

"Yeah. Maybe right now, but what about in a second?" He shot both of his hands out and lightly squeezed Logan's sides, causing him to arch his back, gasping in the process. With the hand that was holding the single book, Logan swatted Virgil's prying fingers with it.

"I had no idea you were this ticklish Logan." A swift jab to his right side caught said facet off guard, allowing Virgil to knock the book out of his hand. Instantly, the hand went back to the big stack of books, raising it high and out of reach from Virgil. He smirked.

"Big mistake Logan." Without warning, his fingers dove into Logan's defenseless armpits, scratching at the sensitive hollows through his polo. He noted the way Logan's frown began to crack into a light smile, and his grunts of strain morph into tiny giggles. "You know you can make this stop. All you have to do is drop the books. There really is no reason to be putting your self through this torture."

Despite the logical aspect's attempts to speak, he still refused to drop the book and still his fellow facet's hands. Virgil snickered at his difficulty. It was apparent the books were starting to weigh down on him again.

"Alright then. Your funeral." Virgil's hands tickled their way down his sides and under the hem of his shirt. When Logan felt Virgil's fingers graze his bare skin, he about doubled over in laughter. Four books at this time fell consecutively off the top of his stack onto the floor below.

"CRAHAHAHAHAP!! Vihihihrge!! STahahahahahap!!!" Logan's shifting turned into violently wiggling as the considerably lighter stack of books noticeably swayed along with him above his head.

"Gotta give in sometime, bud." He scuttered his fingers along his sides and across his abdomen, plucking his ribs every once and awhile. It was not until he found two sweet spots, one inside his belly button and the other a sensitive nerve above his right hip, did Logan manage to squeal considerably high pitched, his hand finally slipping out from under the stack of the books to protect from Anxiety's onslaught. Virgil smiled victoriously and retracted his tickling hands as he watched both Logan and the stack of books fall to the floor.

The anxious aspect giggled with the logical aspect, as he lay tired and immovable on the floor. Virgil crouched down next to him, and sat on a nearby small stack of books. "So...do we need to do that again, or did you learn your lesson?"

Logan coughed, the giggles and tickles finally subsiding from his person. "Fine...yes. I suppose I was being obstinate, but...on a better note," Virgil offered him a hand and helped up the still somewhat wobbly aspect to his feet. "I believe you have managed to 'tickle' my memory, and the stack of now unorganized books goes into the dining room." It wasn't said without some playful spite lingering in his tone.

Virgil clapped him on the back rewardingly. "Good. Now go check to see if its the right room." He turned to walk back to the kitchen when he heard books being stacked...again.

"Without the books!" Virgil called back warningly

"Okay okay. Fine. Have it your way." The last thing that Virgil heard walking back into the kitchen was another stack of books dropping.