Logan's pov
I scowled as I searched all of the cupboards.
"Who took my Crofters?" I yelled. No one answered. I growled and searched the cupboards again. Nothing. I decided to go to Patton first. I knocked on his door, loudly and with clear intentions. He opened it, slightly scared.
"Have you seen Roman?"
"Yes, he was in his room a few minutes ago. He had a jar in his hands. Why?"
"Thank you Patton. I have to... talk... to him"
"Okay, you have fun kiddo!" I smiled as he shut the door. My face turned sour the second I heard it click shut. I looked to the egoist's door and walked to it. I could tell the difference between my anger and my normal numbness. I beat his door with my fist as if it had been the one to do wrong. The Prince opened the door, a small amount of red fruit dyed his lips. I pushed the door open. He looked at me, afraid.
"Don't, ever, take my Crofters without permission. Understood?" He squeaked and nodded. I smiled, my normal - slightly warm - attitude returned.
"Thank you." I walked out. I went to bed, I needed optimum sleep for tomorrow.

Roman's pov
I know I shouldn't have taken Logan's Crofters but now I'm terrified him. He seems numb, even warm, at times. What I just saw was far from numb. That must have been Logan with one of his crazy potions, he was so mad. I decided not to anger him again, that was traumatic.

Virgil's pov
Roman bet that I would be terrified of Logan when he got mad and I said that I wouldn't. Boy, was I wrong. I spent hours trying to work out how to piss him off when I remembered how protective he acted around certain books. I asked to borrow one, promising to keep it in perfect condition. I returned to my room and got to work. I duplicated the book perfectly, down to the last full stop, and then hid his original copy in his room. I smashed up the copy I had made until it was damaged enough to make me want to throw it in the bin and then I walked to Logan, who was in the commons, I made sure to do make up to make it look like I had bruises and to get Roman to give me some Dragon witch blood to make it seem like I had gotten into a bad scrap. I staggered into the commons, holding the battered book in one hand and clutching my arm with the other. I put the book on the coffee table and dropped onto the sofa holding my "wound" and muttering curses under my breath. Logan stood and whirled around when he saw what had happened to his book, fury gleaming in his eyes. I tried to tell him that Princey had been fighting a pair of Dragon witches and that one had attacked me because I wasn't to far off when he held up a hand.
"You mean to tell me that you thought it was a bright idea to take my diamond edition copy of an entire collection of Lewis Carroll's works into the imagination, where Roman fights Dragon witches on a regular basis?"
"I didn't mean for any damage to be done, I was just trying to read away from the shithole that's my room. If I had known Princey was fighting dragons today I wouldn't have gone."
"That is no excuse "
"I'm sorry, I already got a replacement, exactly like your old one."
"Fine. Just don't let it happen again."
"G-got it" my voice wavered as I spoke. I was terrified. Logan walked out and a couple of minutes later, Princey walked in.
"I was right wasn't I?"
"That you were, traumatizing is definitely the right word. Patton's not gonna believe us though"
"He's not, he sees the good in everyone, doesn't he?"
"Mnmh"

Patton's pov:

Virgil and Roman have warned me that Logan is terrifying when he's angry, I don't believe them. He's been annoyed at me before and that wasn't scary. He isn't scary at all right ?

I tried to imagine what would annoy Logan a lot, even being corrected didn't make him mad. Virgil said that he had ruined a fake copy of one of Logan's favourite books and Roman had taken Logan's crofters. I thought for a while and realised, nothing would annoy Logan more than losing a bunch of work on a project. It was cruel but I had to prove that Logan isn't scary. I asked Roman to create a distraction while I snuck in and took some of his papers. He said he would burn brownies, the smell of smoke would definitely get him to leave his room. 

The smell of smoke filled the air and I heard Logan's door crash against the wall as it opened and his footsteps thunder down the hall, I ran into his room and looked around. A file was resting on his desk. I opened it. 

Confidential  project 10332

pathos appeal and emotive responses. 

Few feelings are tied to logic, however I have noticed an increase in my sentimental behaviours through my time with the others. Through more extensive research I do believe that Patton is responsible for my newfound emotions and increased affections of small animals. I have been spending more or less time with him over the past month, varying between weeks. When I spend more time around my emotional colleague I find that he affects me much more then I could expect.

I stopped reading, before I left I dropped a stuffed animal in the corner. I ran back to my room, the folder clutched to my chest. I dropped on my bed and opened the folder, continuing to read.

I have also noticed that a certain romanticism has taken over certain actions, these effects are, as far as I am aware, irreversible. I can not seem to rid myself of these emotions and they have obscured my ability to keep my previous work ethic. I shall not place my personal feelings for certain people in this study as it is irrelevant, however I do know that I have begun to experience the following feelings (in order of acknowledgement):

Excitement

Relief 

Happiness

Sadness

Anger

Attraction

Just as I read this last word, Logan burst through the door, an unsettling flare in his eyes.

"Patton... that had better not be one of my files. If it is you shall sorely forget your decisions"

" I'm sorry, Logan. I was looking for my toy in your room and I got curious. I didn't mean anything by it" I said as I handed over the file.

"How much did you read?"

"N-Not much, ju-st the first-t p-page" I felt like a rabbit in a corner as Logan scowled, bearing over me 

"Do not read through my files without my permission again, got it?"

"Y-Yes Logan, I won't d-do it again" I stuttered, my breathing shallow and panicked. He smiled.

"good, thank you Patton. I will see if I can find your stuffed plush toy." 

"th-thanks Kiddo."

I stood shakily and made my way downstairs. Roman's hair was messed up slightly but other than that he was looking very smug, Virgil stood up from the sofa and guided me to it. He sat me down and went to the kitchen. Roman sat down next to me, a smirk still residing on his face

"We were right and now you know Logan has a dark side."

"Dark side? What were you seeing, Princey? I would call that  a demonic nightmare" Virgil piped up from the kitchen

"He made Deceit and the others look like a bunch of kittens" I whispered. 

"That's a good comparison" Roman and Virgil said at the same time. Virgil sat next to me and handed me a mug with hot chocolate in it.

"Are you sure you're alright though, dad?"

"I'll be fine, kiddo. I'm just a little shaken, is all"

"If you say so..."  Virgil trailed off as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. Logan walked in just then and looked at us, confused

"Are you.... what is the word again..? Good, fam?" He said. I tensed up a little. 

"We're fine kiddo. Just a little shaken, we didn't know you could be so scary." 

"Scary? What on earth are you talking about?"

"You got super mad, it was terrifying, even for Rom- wait not a good comparison... even for me"

"I will have you know that I was the least shaken by my encounter."

"yeah right. You're still tense now, Pat's already relaxing"

"kiddos, don't fight"

"Until you're ready to explain yourselves effectively I shall opt for reading. Do not distract me, please"

We all nodded in unison and chose to watch a Disney movie, at Roman's request, to calm down.