First Published: April 26th 2017

Pairing: prinxiety

Genre: fluff, comedy

Word Count: 710

Warnings: none

Summary: Prince isn't subtle, Anxiety is oblivious, and Logic just wants peace.

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Logan pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Sure, he had to interact with three idiots on a daily basis, but recently, one of them had grown to be an even bigger idiot.

Now, Anxiety was smart. Logic knew this. The kid had too much in his mind all the time, which was his downfall occasionally. Especially when Anxiety got too bored and started thinking about how big the universe was and how small he was.

But seriously. Prince wasn't exactly... subtle. In fact, if you asked Logic, he was the least subtle person you would ever lay your eyes upon. If the royal wanted something, he'd do his damn best to get it.

If only 'it' wasn't a certain, oblivious idiot.

Too many times had Logic been in the crossfire of Prince's ridiculous attempts at wooing Anxiety and the darker side's teasing when they inevitably failed. The last time Roman had tried... Logic shuddered at the memory.

Flirting was not his forte, he'll be the first to admit, but come on. Even he knew better than to outright suggest making out. He sighed again and left for the commons. Hopefully there was a book there to take his mind of things.

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Logan was comfortably nestled into his armchair when Anxiety stalked in, covered in dirt and a few flowers. He slammed the door behind him, and a few seconds later, Prince entered.

"Anxiety, I didn't mean for you to fall! I just wanted to take you out for a picnic!" He called indignantly, chasing after the other.

Anxiety ignored him and entered the kitchen, opening the fridge and staring in for a few seconds before huffing and shutting the door with such force even Logan winced. Speaking of, the bespectacled boy was considering giving up on hoping for another moment's peace ever again.

"Fuck me!" Anxiety cursed. It seemed that whatever food he had been looking for wasn't there. Prince waggled his eyebrows and shuffled closer.

"If you insist-"

Anxiety shoved passed him. "That wasn't an invitation and you know it," he grumbled and stomped away.

"You know," Logan commented, not looking up from his book, but knowing from experience that Prince was doing his stupid pouting thing, "perhaps you should try a different approach."

"What do you mean?" Prince sulked, leaning against the wall. "I just don't get why he doesn't like my gifts."

"Maybe your idea and his idea of 'romantic' aren't the same?" Logic suggested.

"Who doesn't love flowers?!" Prince whined. "All I did was drag him outside to have a picnic with me so he could see the garden, but then he trips and face plants in it! How was I supposed to know that would happen?"

Before Logan could respond, Anxiety appeared again, dragging a confused Morality behind him.

"Now that I have you all here, I would like to respectfully ask a single question." Anxiety cleared his throat. "Who the fuck ate my yogurt?!"

"Anxiety!" Morality gasped at the curse.

"What? It's a valid question," Anxiety mumbled, but at least had the decency to look sheepish.

"It certainly wasn't me," Logic confirmed. He sighed when he saw Roman shuffling awkwardly on the spot. The upcoming fight would do nothing to lessen his headache, but he had somewhat gotten used to it.

"You bastard," Anxiety snarled. "First, you ruin my favourite hoodie, and now you eat my yogurt? You knew that was my favourite kind!"

"I'm sorry!" Prince cried, putting his hands up in a surrender-like motion. "I took it out for the picnic we were supposed to have but left it outside when you stormed off! I only wanted to make you happy, I swear."

Anxiety scoffed. "You can make me happy by not putting so much effort into things and by letting us do whatever." His expression softened slightly. "Besides, you're my boyfriend, you don't have to try so hard to impress me."

Logic paused and placed his book aside. "Pardon me," he said slowly, "I think I heard you wrong. You just called Prince your boyfriend."

Morality laughed, reaching over to ruffle his hair, much to the other's annoyance. "Come on, Lo-lo, don't tell me you didn't know!"

It turns out, maybe Anxiety wasn't the oblivious one after all.