Cinnamon can burn, turning a red sweet into fire. Rejection hurts much the same, a red heart is always left in pain.

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"Hey Pat-what are you doing?"

The fatherly trait spun around quickly and greeted the youngest with a beaminng smile, stirring a gray mixing bowl in hand.

"Heya kiddo, I'm just making a lil' somethin' sweet to eat"

"Cookies?"

"Nah, not this time, I'm making Doughnuts, cinnamon doughnuts!"

"That's...different, huh, why the change?"

Dad shrugged.

"Just wanted to try something different, y'know?"

"Fair enough- is that chocolate icing?"

With wide eyes Anxiety pointed at the innocent container on the counter, his hand slowly reaching for it.

"Yep, there's Vanilla in the fridge-", Patton swiftly swiped the container off the couter, just before the thin, pale fingers could grasp it. He held it over his head as the younger tried jumping for it. 

"Nooope, you can't have any, it's for the doughnuts"

The emo jumped once or twice more before crossing his arms, giving up and pouting.

The eldest Personality chuckled, not many got to see the childish moments of the younger. But Patton knew very well that Virgil loved sweet thingsx chocolate especially.

Setting down the mixing bowl he ruffled the other's hair.

"Tell ya what kiddo, you can have a spoonful of icing if you help me with another batch"

Anxiety narrowed his eyes, "what bribery for labour?"

Patton shrugged, a rare wry smirk on his face. "Not really, no", he moved slowly around the counter to grab a fresh spoon from a drawer. He waved it around almost lazily, his nose crinkling fondly as Virgil's eyes locked onto the silver metal.

"I think", he twirled the spoon in his hand, "its more like payment"

He lay the spoon flat in him palm, grinning when the younger grabbed it. He then picked up and waved the icing container.

"So, deal?"

Virgil paused for a moment, looking at the father carefully.

"You really do have to watch out for the nice ones. You're crafty but I can respect that, so deal"

The dark trait reached for the container only for it to be pulled away.

"You sure you're gonna help me?"

Anxiety rolled his eyes.

"Yes, now gimme"

Patton could do no more than laugh at Virgil's grabby hand motions, with a nod he tossed the container to the younger. The emo caught it with ease, opening it and practically jamming the spoon into it.

He scooped out a pretty big amount but that didn't stop him from shoving it in his mouth.

Patton decended into another fit of giggles as Virgil all but moaned at the taste of chocolate on his tongue.

"It good kiddo?"

"Mhhm"

The father could only laugh.

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In reality he had made the doughnuts for Logan. The Logical trait was always handing him red cinnamon sweets whenever he came back from teaching.

The first time Logan placed one in his hand, he gladly opened it and popped it in his mouth-only to almost immediately spit it back out, it burned!

The teacher chuckled.

"It's Cinnamon Patton, what did you expect?"

Of course he couldn't help but laugh along with Logan.

He couldn't help a lot of things he did around Logan.

He couldn't...

And it caused him pain.

He couldn't help it and this he knew, but he didn't brace for the consequences.

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Logan continued bringing him the little red sweets and Patton had quickly grown quite fond of them.

Every evening at five, with out missing a beat, Logan would toss him a red cinnamon sweet.

"Thanks teach, now I got something for you"

Logic paused as Patton beamed at him.

"For me?"

"Yep!"

"Alright, show me"

The Parent gladly ushered the Teacher into the kitchen.

"I made doughnuts! Well I got a bit of help, but still, Virgil says they're good so try some!"

With a small shrug the Logical person grabbed one of the circular confections and bit into it.

"These really are good, Cinnamon doughnuts, I'd never thought of these before, thank you Patton"

Morality lit up at the praise and even more so when Logic for another doughnut. Bracing himself the father thought that this was a good time as any to ask.

"Lo? There was something else... I wanted to ask you something"

Logic looked at him curiously.

"Of course, go ahead. You know I'm always here to aid you in answering your questions"

The father shyly looked down.

"Uh-well, you see that's kinda the thing...You're always there for me. Good times and bad...Every day you make my life better, sure I frustrate you with my puns but you never fail to make me laugh... I cherish those moments and I cherish you...Logan you take your time of the day to give me these little sweets and I appreciate that so much and I guess what I wanted to say - or, or wanted to ask...was if y-you'd like to go out with me? "

Patton spoke simply and straight from the heart, his stuttering a true testament to his feelings. He looked up at the teacher with pure emotion in his eyes.

The Teacher didn't move.

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Logan froze at the confession, his eyes wide and his mind racing miles per minute.

The smart side looked down into his hands, then at his shoes and then the ground, he looked anywhere but at the father.

Morality was beginning to worry.

"Pat I...I gave you these sweets because one of my students always sells them and I thought you would enjoy them since you like sweet things,even if it burned initially", Logan paused, finally looking up at the father. "I never meant for a simple action to spiral into this-"

"Lo what are you saying?"

Logic grit his teeth, the parent's voice was soft and gentle, much like the trait himself.

Heaving a near silent sigh, the Teacher forced himself to look Patton dead in the eye with the utter most sorrow he could possibly express.

"I'm saying...I don't feel the same. I'm sorry"

Patton's face fell.

Logic winced.

He just broke the heart of the heart, but he would never and could never lie to the older personality.

He spoke truth.

Even when the truth hurt.

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Dad fought back the tears already brimming in his eyes. He felt this way before, he was the embodiment of deep emotions after all. So like everything else in his life he faced it with a smile.

Just this time...

It was a small watery one.

"Thank you for telling me the truth Logan, I appreciate that", the Teacher didn't look convinced. There shouldn't be that much pity and sympathy on one face.
 
Pat stood up straight, he was the eldest and he was going to be mature about this, there was no reason to make Logan feel guilty when it wasn't his fault, that wasn't right. Who was he to say how one was supposed to feel or not feel.

"There's no hard feeling teach", there wasn't any easy ones either, "don't worry I'll get over it"

With that he walked quietly to his room, standing tall as he made quick strides.

Strides that soon fell way when he reached and behind the closed door of his room is where he broke down.

Patton sat with his back against the door, knees drawn up and cardigan in his lap. Sobs escaped him while tears cascaded down his face, he had to remove his glasses because the tears had started to stick to lenses.

His chest hurt- his heart hurt.

All he wanted to do was scream and so he did, burrying his face in hip lap, using the cardigan to muffle his sad sounds.

It was then he heard and odd crinkling sound.

Sobs momentarily halted by curiosity, the fatherly trait sat up in search of the sound. It took him no less than three seconds to realize that the sound was cause by the wrapper of the candy that Logan had tossed him earlier.

The tears streaming down his face seemed to multiply.

He looked at the cinnamon sweet in his hand, bitting ay his lip, he slowly unwrapped it and popped it in his mouth.

It burned just like the first time.

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Requested by @positivleyunique,
who just said "cinnamon"

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All who wanted angst and Patton feels.

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AN:// aaaay I brought y'all some angst as promised ;)

So it's day 2 of school and I'm dying already, I kid you not,I have a quiz in the morning and a test on Friday.

Like why?? Life

Anyway I'll be working on Dropped tommorow, see ya then!

Wow that was weird.

See y'all in the comments section

Much better XD