forum So, fellow Sanders Fanders.... Sanders Sides RP?

Started May 23, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Oh boy," Patton responded. "Hey Lo, are you ok?" he asked Logan, concerned.

"Mm…" Logan nodded weakly, opening his eyes a bit to glance over at Patton.

Remus helped Logan stand up now that he was mostly awake.

Logan swayed on his feet for a minute, holding onto Remus until he seemed to have mostly regained his balance. He still seemed to be quite pale, though.

Remus helped him stand up fully and held him so he wouldn't fall over.

"Thanks…" Logan mumbled, looking back up at Patton. "Um. Is… are we having dinner?"

(oof sorry)

"I think so, do you need anything?" Patton asked.

Logan shook his head. "I've… I've got some homework to do…" He headed over to his desk and started writing something. He could clean up later after writing the three essays Virgil had told him not to write.

"Really? What kind of homework?" Patton inquired gently.

"Essays." Logan said simply, sighing as he tried to find a way to do all three and not have it be suspicious. Actually… if they were all the same, they'd get caught. The principal would believe me if I said I wrote them. A slight mischievous grin grew onto his face as he started typing.

Remus walked over to Logan. "You mean the ones those jerks 'asked' you to write." Remus said, putting air quotations around asked.

"Yeah, but I've got a plan for that." Logan's fingers flew across the keyboard.

"Logan," Patton warned. "Are you sure this is the best course of action?"

(I haven't seen @Sparky_The_Genderqueer_Snek in a while. Are they still here?

"Yeah. I'm gonna get them caught, and hopefully they'll stop bullying me. The principal would believe that I wrote the essays, after all." Logan kept typing quickly.

(Sorry, with school coming up for me, you'll see your friendly neighborhood spork doesn't know how to manage it's shit at all. Anyways, I'm here.)

"Kids, Pattycake, come downstairs. Dinner's ready and I made chicken pot pie!" Deceit called up the stairs, tugging off his oven mitts, remembering that silverware was required, and finished setting down their medium-sized wooden table sitting in the center of a comfortable dining room with pictures of the family's years in this realm, from first days of school to Roman's and Remus's school plays (obviously they got the leading parts for their age group, the school board itself preferred talent over contacts and money, cough, PTA, cough), Logan's science fairs, and talent shows, to at-home moments like blanket forts, birthdays, or even just middle-of-the couch cuddle piles.

"Coming!" Logan got to a stopping point, saved what he had, and went downstairs. He brought a comb with him to smooth down his disheveled hair, as it had started to irk him.

Patton walked down the stairs and sat down in a chair. "Mmm, smells delicious!" he complimented Deceit on his cooking.

Remus's head shot up at the sound of Deceit's voice. He ran out of the room and down the stairs. "Smells good Father!" He said sitting down at his seat. Maybe if he acted good Patton would forget about the cookies.

Virgil stayed in his room and texted Papa. "I'm not hungry, I'm just going to bed early." He wrote, pulling on his old jacket, the only one he had from his birth parents before the fire.

Unfortunately, the cookes had slipped out of his mind for a moment, but soon Patton realized the cookie jar was missing, his eyes wandering around the room, and remembered. "Remus, I hope all those cookies didn't spoil your appetite," he warned.

Remus froze. "We didn't eat them all!" He said, waving his hand. "Only a few."