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Morality was most definitely a morning person. Everybody knew that. He liked to wake up super early and prepare breakfast for the other traits, singing loudly as he did so, which annoyed Logic and Anxiety to no end.
Today, however, as he felt the sun shining it's too bright rays directly at his face, he growled and tried to burrow deeper into his lumpy duvete.
Except, it wasn't his duvete. Come to think of it, it wasn't even his room.
Morality jerked upright in shock at this realization, then clapped a hand to his mouth as bile rose to his throat and his head started aching in the worst way possible. Wincing at the pounding in his skull, and trying to swallow against the bitter dryness in his mouth, he squinted at his surroundings, as several things dawned on him at once.
First, he didn't have his glasses on, which almost never happens. Second, he was possibly experiencing a ... hangover? Which meant he was drunk last night? He didn't remember anything! And third, judging by the almost hospital like bareness of the room, he had a pretty good idea where he was.
As if on cue, a hand appeared before his face, holding a glass of water. Dumbfounded, Morality looked up right at Logan's blurry face.
'Here', the logical side said, thrusting the glass at Morality's face, 'water, for hydration.'
Morality wordlessly accepted the glass and downed it in one go, watching warily as Logan went to sit at his desk, nonchalantly engrossing himself in a book, completely oblivious to Morality's panicked expression. For as he watched Logan reading, dressed in his usual proper attire of black polo shirt and tie, The bright persona realized the most horrendous thing of all: he was clad only in his blue shirt and unicorn print boxers. His signature grey cardigan and khaki pants? Missing.
Logan looked up, startled, as Morality emitted a loud 'waaaaaah' of surprise and pulled the duvete over his head.
'Is something the matter?' Logic asked the lump in his sheets in concern, bookmarking his spot and setting the volume down, 'do you still feel nauseated? I would prefer it if you don't vomit on my bed, I have a perfectly good bathroom for that purpose.'
'No Logan,' Morality wailed, thumping his head on the mattress, still under the covers, it did make him feel nauseous but that was not the point. 'I did something embarrassing last night, didn't I?'
He poked his head out of the covers only to catch Logan's slight smirk, at which Morality immediately dived back under the covers and said in a pitiful voice, 'oh my God what did I do?'
'Well,' Logan began, sitting down besides the lump in his sheets, 'to summarize, we were celebrating Thomas's birthday, you insisted that you could hold your liquor, tried to drink Princey under the table, fell down multiple of times, then barged into my room after the party, convinced that you were a top notch stripper named Butterfly Kiss, took most of your clothes off, and...' There was a slight pause as Logan hesitated, adjusting his glasses, 'then you promptly fell asleep on my bed.'
Morality poked his head out again, his eyes shiny and lower lip trembling, 'did you laugh?'
'Well, objectively, it was more bizarre than funny,' Logan stated, trying to soothe the father's worries in his own way.
'Logan, that doesn't help at all,' Morality wailed, clutching the duvete tightly around him.
'I personally thought it was very chill,' Logan said after a pause.
Despite himself, Morality giggled, 'not using it right, Logan,' he said, sitting up.
Logan sighed and retrieved a wad of paper from his pocket, mumbling incoherently as he wrote something on it.
'I'd better leave,' Morality heaved a long suffering sigh and attempted to get out of bed while wearing the duvete. 'Alright Logan, where are my glasse- waaaaah,' with a flailing of tangled limbs, Morality would have fallen face first into the floor, had it not been for Logan who quickly wrapped an arm around his waist to stop the trait from possible injury and pain.
There they knelt on the bed, Logan's hands around Morality's waist, the latter clutching his strong shoulders for support. The duvete fluttered softly to the bed around them. Morality raised his wide eyes to meet Logic's, only to find that his face was uncomfortably close to his saviors. Even without his spectacles, he could see the long arch of Logan's eyelashes behind his glasses and the gracious curve of his full lower lip.
'Woah there, I think I almost broke my nose,' Morality began in a chirpy tone after a very long silence that buzzed and crackled between the sliver of space that separated them.
'You almost did,' Logan agreed, their faces mere inches apart . His hands moved to hold Morality more securely against him, his fingers grazing the father's skin below his shirt, making the other gasp.
There was a palpable shift in the atmosphere, and even though Logan held him so firmly, Morality felt off balance, like he was spiraling out of control yet also grounded to one spot at the same time. Something flashed in Logan's eyes, perhaps a recognition that he noticed it too, which was surprising, considering Logan was the last person to pick up on things like this.
'Logan,' morality whispered, their faces were so close his lips brushed against Logan's ever so slightly as he spoke, 'something else happened last night, didn't it? You haven't said one of your confusing scientific things since I woke up.'
Logic huffed in part amusement and annoyance, 'you mean when I correct your illogical chatter with authentic facts?'
Morality opened his mouth to protest, but Logan cut him off by placing a finger to his lips, 'Morality,' he said, his hand moving to cup the others cheek as he spoke, 'to answer your question, the only extra thing you did last night was to solidify the fact that feelings truly are the bane of my existence.'
And with that he leaned in closer, capturing Morality's lips with his own, causing the other to freeze in his arms for a few moments before shuddering slightly as Logic traced his tongue along Morality's lower lip. The kiss lasted no more than a few heartbeats but it felt as though the universe was holding it's breath, waiting to see what would happen next. When they broke apart, Morality was panting hard, his hands fisted in Logan's shirt, his knuckles white and trembling.
For the first time in his life, Morality was at a loss for what to say. Turns out, he didn't have to.
As Logan leaned in for a repeat performance, there was a slight knock on his door and in stepped Anxiety, a pair of headphones in his hands.
Which immediately dropped to the floor as he took in the scene in front of him.
'What the actual hell!!?'