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The side woke up laying on his side in the floor of his room . Confused he pushed himself into a sitting postion.
Fuck my head hurts.
As the thought cross his mind he started to massage his temples. Looking around he heard some noise, like voices talking.
That's weird, nobody is usually awake at this hour.
He took his phone from the nightstand and looked at the hour. The phone marked 2pm of the 24th.
Shit.
He stood up sudenly losing a bit of his balance and having to lean on the nighstand to avoid falling. Looking around he saw that the screen of the TV (everyone in the mindscape has a TV on their rooms that allows them to see what is Thomas doing at the time) was shattered and a broken bottle of wine was resting on the floor near it, speaking of the floor, it was covered with scattered documents all around it.
Wine, right Logic had been drinking last night.
The memories came back to him. Last night Logic was organizing something (probably an schedule) while drinking some wine and ranting to himsself. He remembers being present enough that he could also taste it and it was pretty good, sure he is more of a vodka guy but their mutual love of alcoholic beverages is one of the few things him and Logic can agree with.
Shit he is rambling, anyways, Logic was drinking and then something happend on the TV and suddenly they felt the urge to throw the bottle at it. That's as far as he remembers.
Speaking of Logic, it's weird that he isn't saying anything, sure he can feel him somewhere in there but he isn't hearing anything from him.
Logic?
No response.
Well I guess he is unconscious.
With a snap of his fingers the TV was engulfed in flames, when the flames subsided the screen was repaired and the TV was functional again. Another snap and the bottle was gone, consumed by the flames. With a sigh he started picking up the papers scattered around the floor.
He is not sure why he is even cleaning the room to begin with, nobody except them comes in here, they made sure of that.
The door has been locked for as far as he remembers and they only leave the room via sinking in and out. They also made sure that no other side can sink into the room, which is normally a difficult thing to do since being able to block sinking in a room is tied to how much will the side doing the sinking and the side stopping the sinking have, but since there is two of them the will doubles and no side so far has been able to sink into the room.
Which is probably for the best, if anyone ever entered the room the fact that two sides are sharing it would be obvious, the orange punching bag, the beat up plushies and the fire extinguisher would give it away almost instantly.
(Sure they can extinguish the fire with a snap but sometimes when panicking they he forgets so is good to have an extinguisher at hand).
Fire, right, the reason why he is picking up the papers off the floor, so that he doesn't accidentally set them on fire like he has done in the past. Of course he is only doing this because his truce with Logic is already fragile as it is and he doesn't need any more discussions between them, no other reason.
He is definitely not picking them up because it matters to him too that they don't caught on fire.
After stacking the papers and leaving them in the desk he goes to the little bathroom on the side of the room and stares at his reflection in the mirror.
He is in Logic's normal attire, a pair of black jeans, a black shirt and a blue tie, but they are all full of wrinkles and crumbled . His hair is also wild and tangled and their Logic's glasses are dirty. He takes the glasses off and is about to snap himself in his clothes when suddenly.
He feels like someone is pulling his chest and a voice echoes over in his head and in the room.
"Logan"
FUCK
He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself before answering.
"What do you need, I am busy right now"
He says imitating Logic's voice.
"Oh so you CAN answer, with how silent you were i almost got worried"
Janus's voice echo with his usual mocking tone.
"Yeah teach weve been calling you for the last 10 minutes"
Romans's voice was the one echoing now, and if he didnt knew any better he almost sounded concerned.
Of course this is my FUCKING luck, I finally get the god forsaken body and I inmediately need to pretend to be Logic. FUCK my life.
He takes another deep breath.
"My apologies, I did not hear you. Give me a minute and I will be with you"
He said accepting that he had no way out of this.
Snapping his fingers the flames surround him fixing his clothes and cleaning the glasses.
With a final sigh he sinks out of the room.