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“Sodium Carbonate: Vile A…. Hydrochloric Acid: Vile B…. Neon sample: Vile C.
Test ‘Neon Sodium Acid’, Run 3”.
Logan scribbled down a few of the codes he had just voiced to himself on a wooden clipboard- holding papers upon papers of research and investigations.
Once he finished, he delicately fiddled with the chemical tubes in their stands until they were perfectly set.
Watching Logan dance around his room from chemical to chemical, weird tool to anything scientific, was quite a feat for even the most active watchers. He would only start these kinds of frantic experiments when he felt particularly stressed. And today certainly fit that bill. What caused Logan’s stress? Oh, you know, the usual. Things that would normally stress a person out, whether it be unsympathetic friends, friends who ignore you, friends you wouldn’t even take your point into consideration even if you were arguing for their sid e…
It was the usual for Logan!
“Cannot have room for nonsensical mistakes…”
Once Logan propped the vile labeled C ,with a piece of stuck on tape, he gently picked up an eyedropper filled only slightly with a clear and completely normal looking liquid.
Oh yes, and of course stress-experimentation only works when using the most dangerous kinds of chemicals… Certainly vinegar and baking soda would never do…
However, before he could press the eyedropper over the 1st vile, he heard a violent and sporadic knock on his door. Of course he closed and locked it for the very reason so he couldn’t be disturbed. He hoped for not another time like last, when Virgil opened his door while Logan was trying to transport a beaker of Mercury… let’s just say Logan‘s frustrations were far beyond measurable. Not even just last week when Roman thought it was the perfect prank to prop a bucket of water on top of the cracked door- just for Logan!… It actually ended up not being so funny when the one getting soaked in water was carrying a sample of sodium cyanide.
Nobody likes cleaning up after a chemical explosion.
Logan slipped his eyes closed in frustration, his anxious hand wavering over vile A, before gently dropping back down to the metal surface of his desk. He set the eyedropper into a bare Petri dish before reluctantly standing and walking to his intentionally locked door.
Logan honestly was expecting Patton to be at his door, that permanent smile strapped to his face, the words “Dinner is ready!” soon to leave his mouth. That was mainly the reason why Logan tried to keep a neutral face- not to upset the fatherly side. After all, everyone could always agree on one thing: Never yell at Patton . Which honestly never became an issue with any of the sides… At least they could all respect Pat.
Instead, there stood a character that Logan honestly wasn’t expecting.. like, In the least.
“Heya Nerd! What’s cookin’?”
Logan stared at the tall green and black figure leading against his doorframe, giving him an almost seductive gaze. Remus’ mustache twitched as his chapped lips curved into something most would call sickening.
Even with a casual neon green crop sweater and black ripped jean shorts, the attention was almost always lost on him. The ticket to get it back? Just a small sexual or gory joke, of course!
Logan retracted his urge to sigh out loud, instead stepping back to give the chaotic side the bit more space to explain why exactly he needed Logan’s presence at this inconvenient moment.
Remus instead took this as an opportunity to step into Logan’s bedroom/science lab, completing disregarding the uncertain glare sent upon him.
“Sorry for interrupting whatever ritual your setting up back there, Lo-Lo, but…” Remus pointed briefly at the table filled to the brim with scientific tools and papers.
“But?…” Logan tried prompting him to continue, almost rushing.
“Butt? What, you want to switch topics now? I mean, my annoying questions can wait!-“ Remus began moving his hands to the rim of his dark shorts before getting halted almost immediately.
“I did not mean-“ Logan paused, taking a deep breath to calm his thoughts, also keeping his arm outreached as an almost stop sign.
“Please keep your pants on… Though, I don’t suppose you would like to ask me whatever question you possessed while interrupting me? I hope it is important. I really do need to get started on my experiment before the sun completely sets, or I’ll never get this done”. Logan stares back at his cluttered table solemnly, though when he turned back around to continue his conversation with Remus, he was gone.
Logan immediately heard the clinks of glass and the ruffles of papers behind him. He turned around with so much speed to give him whiplash, seeing Remus bent recklessly over his metal table, grabbing any papers he could get his hands on to scan them over only for a second or two before tossing them back onto the table. Logan bolted over once he caught sight of the Petri dish holding the eyedropper almost get knocked off of the table. You could’ve almost caught the flare of orange flecks pass in his eyes.
“Remus! Might I get clarification on why exactly you are putting yourself and I precariously close to danger?? These chemicals have the ability to be extremely harmful!” Logan dashed his hands over to the test tube holder, desperately trying to get them to safety before Remus could get his grubby reckless hands onto a vile.
Unfortunately, Logan didn’t happen to be quick enough…
His glasses had slipped down his nose, a hint of panic crossing his features while he stared at a blurry, but still all too clear side.
“OHH! This one’s pink!” Remus squealed, before popping vile B out of its section in the holder, immediately putting it to his lips and downing the entire few tablespoons with an an obnoxious gulp.
Logan almost dropped the rest of the tubes in his hands, his jaw slacked open in surprise, before half hazardley shoving them back onto the table.
“REMUS! Why did you swallow that substance! That is Hydrochloric Acid infused with douses of Plutonium! What were you thinking??” Logan frantically began rummaging through his desk drawers for first aid kits or even any water left over in his room.
Although, out of the corner of his eye, he could see Remus follow his trail with his gaze, smirking wildly as he did so. Logan stopped rifling through the drawer of his coffee table, shouting in his head ‘Why aren’t you reacting?!’ , since it seemed clear how extra Remus always happened to be.
“Oh don’t worry your pretty little head off, Lo! It was gross, bitter, and honestly tasted nothing like pink… which I would know how pink tastes by the way-“
“That serum you drank has the ability to completely neutralize your muscles and dissolve your organs from the inside out! You need immediate medical attention!”
Remus stood diagonally, leaning onto Logan’s desk while moving his tongue around his mouth in an attempt to try and taste any of the remaining substance.
“Yea no… that sh*t was gross as hell. Especially for being pink! I mean- Why’s it pink if it doesn’t taste like Pepto Bismol?? Somebody needs to let this sh*t be known, cause’ it’s like- Oh Lo-Lo, you got any water I can wash this down with?” Remus stared Logan directly in the eye, not reacting to Logan’s narrowed eyes and tense shoulders.
“What were you trying to do anyway? Embalm a body? Cause’ I can definitely tell you, these aren’t the chemicals you use for that-“
“Remus, I….” Logan cut Remus off, just to close his eyes again, and rub his temples with his forefinger, attempting to clear a rising headache.
He sighed. He couldn’t even get a clear reason for why he was trying so hard to get a ‘why’ out of Remus. He definitely wasn’t one to take a lot of things seriously.
“I seemed to have temporarily forgotten that as sides, we cannot receive long term damage from… anything really…”
Remus let out a short lived cackle before wiping his mouth and giving Logan a certain kind of stare, his violet eyeshadow seemingly glittering more than usual. “Oh specs… You weren’t worried about me, were you?” Remus didn’t attempt to hide the flirtatious tone of his voice in the least. He instead summoned himself a glass of thick black looking substance before taking a long sip, looking to be the consistency of corn syrup.
“Ah~ Oh, much better!” Remus concluded cheerily, tossing the half drunken glass behind him, disintegrating away before it could hit Logan’s bed.
Logan exhaled sharply through his nose, casting his gaze onto the floor to the side of him, though he couldn’t pinpoint what exact emotion he was experiencing at that moment…
Frustration? Worry? Disappointment?… Interest? Of course he knew emotions weren’t his forte. Why is Logan’s brain even taking up so much space for figuring out something as frivolous as this?
Logan slowly open his mouth to continue his frantic thoughts, until he caught sight of Remus yet again, reaching for another vile. This time, Remus managed to grab ahold of the eyedropper from the Petri dish sat precariously on the edge of the desk. Logan immediately struck his hand out to block Remus’, but he was still not quick enough…
“What’s this stuff? I mean it looks like water… but at first I did think it was everyone’s favorite while stuff!” Remus commented with a reckless grin spread across his lips, drawing the eyedropper close to his mouth. Too close for a certain someone’s comfort…
“ Remus, do not ”
Remus widened his eyes ever so slightly before letting the smirk return to his face.
“Oh what are you gonna do about it teach~?” He instinctively leaned forward towards Logan, keeping his eyes glued to the man’s cool brown irises. Even he would easily admit how tranquil they were- how beautifully they shone a warmer hue in the sunlight.
Logan took Remus’ challenge, leaning forwards slightly to mimic his pose, narrowing his eyes while keeping them permanently glued back to the challenger’s. Logan could see now that Remus’ eye shadow was actually a transparent shade of Indigo… Was it always that hue?
“That certain clear liquid is incredibly dangerous and has been tested to cause death in certain individuals.” Logan spent his energy trying to speak monotonous, glancing to the eyedropper that was held upwards by Remus’ hand.
“But didn’t you just say a little somethin’ about sides not being able to hurt themselves? Why can’t I help you test your little experiments too, huh?” Remus’ voice almost seemed to dip in its usual high tone, however Logan didn’t seem to notice.
“That is-“
“If you want it Logie, come get it~”
Remus still held the eyedropper too close to his face, Logan feeling the “unnatural” desire to removing it from his very grasp. And at the same time, distract himself from the strange tingling feeling on the tips of his ears.
“Give that to me, Remus.” Logan went to grab the dropper, but Remus caught Logan’s outstretched hand from getting any closer to his face.
Then in one swift motion, Logan was pulled forward into Remus’ personal space, him still keeping the eyedropper in front of his deviously large and slim grin.
“Of course you won’t start anything! Which I totally get or whatever… sub energy, ammiright?”
Logan was unable to speak, much less able to sort his thoughts into something semi coherent. He still strove forward however, strange determination flooding his streams to keep such a dangerous liquid away from the likes of Remus. Logan lifted his other free hand from his side to grab onto the dropper, though once he got ahold of the small glass tool, he froze, realizing how close his entire self was to Remus.
Logan felt his face unwelcomely heat up, determining that feeling as naturally uncommon for his side.
Now the tingling was back at full force. Logan then understood the warm sensation as blushing…
Absolutely absurd.
“Just hand me the eyedropper, Remus.” Logan left no room for confusion, not letting his stare leave the man’s that stood less than a inch in front of him.
Remus stared back with just as much determination, that infamous smirk not leaving his lips as he shook the dropper just slightly to drag Logan’s attention back to it.
“Just take it Lo… I’m not stopping you” Remus’ tone was quite off-putting for Logan, making it hard to determinate its meaning. Not unusual for Remus did ulterior motives give him hand for getting what he wanted. This seemed like no exception, except for the extreme prolonged eye contact.
Logan tempted himself to just go ahead and use his free hand to grab the dangling eyedropper, though the mischievous glint in Remus’ eyes sent a different message- one that would make this simple retrieval much more difficult.
Logan then noticed a change in direction of Remus’ gaze downwards slightly, which prompted Logan the perfect opportunity to launch his hand to the less guarded dropper.
As he shot his available hand to his prized possession, successfully getting ahold of it, he immediately felt the repercussions of committing such an action…
With not even a centimeter between the two, Logan shut his eyes refusing to open them, feeling his nose brush against another’s that he immediately knew was Remus’. He then froze, his hand stilled on the glass tool, with his body stiffer than a lamppost. The air was quiet and purely silent, not even Remus making a sound.
Logan tried steadying his breath, as well as the rush of blood to his face. He wasn’t even sure why he felt so suddenly tense, or why he was so scared to open his eyes. He’s never felt this ‘afraid’… Certainly not even of someone as ‘gut-wrenching’ as Remus…
“Logan?…”
Logan almost propped his head up, close to responding to the gentle sound of his name that surely couldn’t have been from the intrusive side in front of him…
However, Logan took the muttered word in favor for the sucked out silence of their shared room.
He gently and ever-so-slightly cracked open one of his eyes, glancing downward to avoid Remus’ own.
He caught sight of his hand that wrapped tightly around the eyedropper from before, now unknowingly wrapped into the larger hand of the other side.
Really?… Logan didn’t even feel the difference.
He was close to closing his eyes back again, then to simply fight and back away, but Remus stopped his mind’s decisions.
Logan felt his nose being nuzzled once again, slipping his eyes shut from the unexpected contact.
“Lo? Please open your eyes…”
Logan couldn’t understand the strange soft tone that Remus used so suddenly… It wasn’t natural for him. It didn’t make any sense. He needed an answer!
Logan’s eyes shot open from the loud accusations in his head, suddenly catching sight of the eyes he tried seemingly so hard to avoid…
But… they weren’t harsh, or brittle, or unsympathetic… They were actually quite warm. Quite comforting. Quite relaxing.
Logan couldn’t seem to organize his thoughts so clearly anymore. In fact, he cursed himself for previously wanting to keep his eyes shielded from such incredible irises that almost resembled the sweetness and shade to that of chocolate.
Logan saw Remus part his lips, seemingly to speak again in that uncharacteristically mellow and sultry voice, until a force completely unidentifiable sweeps over him.
Logan then leant forward that extra miniature space, finally letting his lips come into contact with Remus’ chapped ones, only letting his eyes close again after they’d collided. Remus was quick to reciprocate of course, smiling gently while protectively clutching Logan’s lower back, like he felt he might jump away and leave all too quickly.
Both of their hands intertwined where they held the eyedropper, making this moment sickeningly sweet for both of the emotion-revolted sides.
Remus planned on deepening the kiss until Logan pulled away suddenly, causing Remus to fall forward slightly.
“You’re right… That chemical does not taste very pleasant.”
Logan spoke with a hint of amusement in his voice, catching the dazed interest of Remus as well, almost complaining that Logan ended their moment for a comment like that.
“Would you kiss me again if I replaced that taste with something that actually does taste like pink?”
“I would not advise you drink Pepto Bismol, Remus.”
A smirk started to creep its way onto Logan’s face, making Remus’ eyes widen with a certain reckless glint.
“It’s only the third best thing to put in your mouth!”
“What is the first?… I’m almost reluctant to ask-“
“Deodorant of course! You should at least know that one, nerd!”
“Right, yes… Then what is the second?”
…
“That one, you need to see~”