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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 crossed 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 grabbed his phone from the nightstand and looked at the hour. The phone marked 2pm of the 24th.
Shit.
He stood up quickly 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 himself. 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 on.
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 was weird that he wasn't saying anything, sure he could feel him somewhere in there but he wasn't hearing anything from him.
Logic?
Only silence answered him.
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 wasn't sure why he was even cleaning the room to begin with, nobody except them comes in, they made sure of that.
The door has been locked for as far as he remembered and the only way they leave the room was via sinking in and out of it. They also made sure that no other side could 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 was picking up the papers off the floor, so that he didn't accidentally set them on fire like he had done in the past. Of course he was only doing this because his truce with Logic was already fragile as it is and he didn't need any more discussions between them, no other reason.
He definitely wasn't picking them up because it mattered to him too that they didn't caught on fire.
After stacking the papers and leaving them in the desk he went to the little bathroom on the side of the room and stared at his reflection in the mirror.
He was dresssed in Logic's normal attire, a pair of black jeans, a black shirt and a blue tie, but they were all full of wrinkles and crumbled . His hair was also wild and tangled and their Logic's glasses were dirty. He took the glasses off and was about to snap himself in his clothes when suddenly.
He felt like someone is pulling his chest and a voice echoed all over in his head and in the room.
"Logan"
FUCK
He took a few deep breaths to calm himself before answering.
"What do you need, I am busy right now"
He said imitating Logic's voice.
"Oh so you CAN answer, with how silent you were I almost got worried"
Janus's voice echoed with his usual mocking tone.
"Yeah teach we've been calling you for the last 10 minutes"
Romans's voice was the one echoing now, and if he didn't 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 took 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 surrounded him they fixed his clothes and cleaned the glasses.
With a final sigh he sinked out of the room.