•Prince's POV•

So this is the end of it all, hm? This is how it all goes down? This is how I die?

"Die, die, DIE!!" Anxiety exclaimed as he absolutely crushes me in one of his favorite video games. "Yes! I win again!"

"This isn't fair, you love this game! I've never played it before, plus I don't even like it thy much!" I pout. Anxiety playfully pushes me.

"You seemed to like it a lot when I chose it."

"That's different, I was only being nice," I crossed my arms.

"Well maybe you should be nicer, then. And to think you guys say I'm the mean one."

"Shut up you Extra McEmo-Man."

"Not one of your best come backs, but okay."

I scrunched up my nose as Logic entered the room with his morning cup of tea. He took a sip and sat down in a chair beside the couch Anxiety and I were sitting on.

"Good morning, you too," Logic kept his eyes on the T.V. "You seem to be enjoying yourselves."

"Speak for yourself, Logan. This game sucks," I reply.

"You don't like it just because you're losing!" Anxiety butts in.

"Do not."

"Do too."

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do NOT!"

"Do TOO!"

"Be quiet, both of you! You're bickering has no educational value, therefore it is not useful for me. Please stop."

Logic sassily took a sip of his tea while glaring at us. Anxiety rolled his eyes.

"Don't be such a killjoy, Logan. That's my job."

"And that you are, my dear Killjoy," I send a smile Anxiety's way.

"Killjoys, make some noise."

"What kind of noise are we talking about?" My smile grew into a smirk. "Because if it's the kind I'm thinking of-"

"I can see by the tone in you voice and your facial expressions that you are flirting. Quite sexually, if I might add. So, if you will excuse me, I will depart at this time," Logic got up from his seat and made his way to the kitchen.

"Logic! You mood-killer!"

"That's my job, sweet Prince!"

Anxiety yawned as he stretched his arms out. "Dang, I'm tired now. I need a nap."

"But it's nine in the afternoon!"

"I know, I woke up earlier than I normally do so I could spend time with you. Now, I'm tired again."

"Wait, you did that for me?"

"Yeah, why not?" Anxiety moved closer to me on the couch. "I like spending time with you... mostly."

"Mostly? I don't think that's very-"

My words were interrupted when Anxiety crashed his lips onto mine. It was a short kiss, but a sweet one nonetheless.

"Anyways," Anxiety laid down with his head in my lap. "I'm going to sleep. 'Night, Princey."

"It's still morning..."

"I know what I said."

I chuckle to myself, "'Night, Anxiety."