Twas another day in the imagination. Birds were singing Disney songs, the Dragonwitch was brewing in her cave, and Roman and Virgil were arguing again. Seriously, it's been going on for three days now. Someone stop them before I break the fourth wall again.
"I'm older than you! You should listen to me instead of arguing!" Roman exclaimed.
"Just because Thomas discovered me later doesn't mean you're older! I've always been there! I'm older than you!" Virgil countered him.
"Let's go ask Pat! He's the oldest, he'll know who's older!"
"DAD! ROMAN'S CLAIMING HE'S OLDER AND I SHOULD DO AS HE SAYS."
Said man sighed and led the two to the library where Logan was sitting in front of a massive family tree on the wall. Patton's hand ran across one of the branches and found their names. Frustratingly enough, there was a slash between Roman and Virgil's names. There was also a blurred out name on the trunk of the tree but no one paid attention to the water-logged area. All they cared about at the time were their names.
"My name was on the left of the slash. Therefore, I'm older!"
Jesus, someone, anyone, stop me from killing these two.
"Looks like you were manifested at the same time, kiddos. Neither of you is older than the other."
"But-"
"No buts. Butts are for pooping, so stop arguing and make up." Dad-figure crossed his arms and glared at the two.
"I guess I can listen to you every now and then..."
"I suppose I should do the same, my panic at the everywhere."
"..."
"..."
"SU marathon?"
"With Popcorn and Dr. Pepper?"
"Yeah. Let's go." Patton smirked just a bit as he saw the two interlace fingers on the way out.
"Patton, what are you still doing here?"
"Hm? Oh, just reminiscing I guess." His hand laid upon the fragile wallpaper, feeling it crumble under his touch.
"You once said you were the first trait, therefore the oldest, correct?"
"Yeah, I remember."
"So who's name is that?"
"This one?" He traced the brittle paper.
"Yes, I've been trying to decipher the word for weeks now. Do you know what it was?" Logan turned his swivel chair around to look at his friend.
"Maybe, if you asked a long time ago, I could give you an answer." He noted the distant look in Patton's eyes as he smiled sadly. A second later, it changed to his normal, happy, pappy expression," dinner's in two hours so don't overwork yourself, Lo. I'm making your favorite tonight."
He skips out, leaving the logical trait to wonder just what in the world he knew about the lost trait. The trait that only Patton could remember, if only a little.