So, fellow Sanders Fanders.... Sanders Sides RP?

(Yeah sparky said Logan is autistic in this and I want to portray that as well as possible)

(This is mostly out of personal bias and headcanons, me being on the spectrum myself and also finding like, a million headcanons on Tumblr and AO3 about neurodivigence with the sides tbh. As an auti individual gets older they learn more social skills but will typically seem either robotic or socially immature, or both, even if they are charismatic. So if they're in the Aspbergers range, they'll probably function well socially, the more heavier symptoms show up the more difficult it would be to lead a socially active life. However, autism is a huge grab-bag of traits and every case is different, safely said.)

Deceit ignored Virgil leaving, but soon the movie ended, he picked up Logan and carried the boy to his room. He carefully tucked his sleeping son into bed, then went to say goodnight to Roman and Remus, and then go up to Virgil.

(Yeet skeet, I'm about to pile all my PTSD onto one character. Lion kings be prepared starts playing.)

Virgil climbed into his closet, there were a few blankets and pillows there so he sat down and pulled a blanket over his knees. He was a bad person, he hurt Logan and now papa and dad were going to send him back to foster care or a group home.

(Should we skip to morning?)

(I'll go ahead and do that, then)
Logan woke up early in the morning as usual. He went over to his mirror to straighten (ha good luck lil gay baby) his hair and his tie. Once he deemed his appearance neat enough; it bothered him excessively when it wasn't; he went downstairs to begin making breakfast. While making some eggs, he picked up the pan with his burned hand by mistake and dropped it, cringing at the loud clattering noise it made.

"N-Nothing… I just forgot my hand was burned and dropped the pan. I'll clean it up…" Logan quickly started looking for a rag and spotted them, but was too short to reach. He huffed a bit, considering what the best way to get them would be.

Logan reluctantly started icing his bandaged hand. "Are you sure you don't want me to help, dad?" He glanced over at Patton, tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear.

"I burned it yesterday when I tried to retrieve the lighter from Virgil… I didn't get it just now. I suppose the heat of the pan likely didn't help, though…" Logan pressed the ice to his hand again and winced. Luckily, it was his right hand, so he'd still be able to write. (Thomas is left-handed, but Roman has been shown to be right-handed… It's a little weird lol)

(Yeah I saw that in an interview. Idk if the same would be true for Patton, though)

(I just know that, with the left brain right brain logic, Logan is probably left-handed like Thomas)

Logan nodded and looked down at the ground. "I thought maybe the handle wouldn't be hot since it isn't in direct contact with the stove… I think the problem resulted more from my burned hand being able to support less weight than usual rather than the heat of the pan itself."

"Yes, dad… did I wake you up?" Logan asked quietly, holding the ice against his hand. "I apologize, if so…"

Logan sighed and looked away, starting to clean the pan he'd dropped. He made sure to avoid putting weight on his burned hand.

Logan gave up on trying to actually make food for now and just got a jar of Crofters. He sat down at the table and started eating it quietly.

Deceit woke up after Patton had already gotten up. He rubbed his eyes, stretched his limbs, and pulled on a black with gold edged robe over his yellow rubber ducky pjs. What? You could have style, yes, but why not ruin the dramatic flair with ducks? He slipped his feet into ducky slippers and walked downstairs silently, as he always walked. Patton complained about that, Deceit always being so silent and sneaky. He used it to his advantage to sweep his husband off his feet this morning however, twirling him through the air bridal-style in his arms and peppering kisses along Patton's cheeks and jawline. "And how is my dashing, darling, light of my life and joy in my darkest hours doing this morning? I swear, you get even more handsome every day, my sweet." he said, setting Patton back down onto the floor.

"Well… I've got to head off to school now. Bye dad, bye father." Logan waved and grabbed his backpack, walking out the door. He always walked to school to form the exercise habit and also because it was convenient.