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It was technically all Virgil’s fault.
That’s what Logan would say if you asked him.
And Virgil would probably agree with him.
Because it really was his fault, when it came down to it.
It all started off with Logan admitting to him one morning that he was terrible at understanding memes, slang, and references.
“They’re always changing! And some things mean something in certain contexts while meaning something completely different in other contexts and NOTHINGMEANS WHAT IT SHOULD MEAN!”
Virgil had, at first, laughed a little at his expense.
But, in the end, he agreed to help Logan understand ‘internet culture’ as best as he could.
Things went pretty smoothly from there.
Virgil made vocab cards and led him through the occasional lesson.
He showed him all the things people would usually reference and talked him through all of the things he didn’t understand.
The anxious side made a surprisingly good teacher and Logan was an unsurprisingly diligent student.
And the others were kept almost completely unaware of it.
They knew about Logan learning about everything.
They just didn’t know that Virgil was teaching him.
Which was good, since Virgil had specifically asked Logan not to tell anyone.
“I’m Anxiety, Lo. I’m supposed to be scary. Teaching someone how to understand memes is not something a scary person does.”
But that didn’t mean that Logan couldn’t take advantage of the fact.
So, one day while the sides were all discussing some of Thomas’ weekly plans in the common area, Logan decided to play a little game.
Virgil had recently been covering a particular gesture in their lessons.
And Logan had been told that it was something one should only do ironically, as a joke of sorts.
Or, as a way to mess with someone.
So Logan waited until he knew that all of the other sides were looking away from him and made sure to catch Virgil’s attention.
Then, while looking the other dead in the eye, he dabbed.
Virgil’s eyes instantly widened in shock and he looked quickly around the room to see if any of the others had noticed the gesture.
They hadn’t.
Then he looked back at Logan and had to clench his teeth when the logical side did it a second time.
“Hey, Logan?”
“Yes, Patton?”
He remained stoic as he returned to the discussion.
“Do you think Thomas might have time to go out for ice cream with everyone on Friday? I know we’ve got a lot to film but I think it would be really great if we could all chill afterwards.”
“I heavily disagree with how you just phrased that but I do think-”
But failed to hide a snort when Virgil, who was now being solidly ignored on the other side of the room, dabbed while glaring at him.
“Logan?”
The logical side coughed.
“Excuse me, I seem to have inhaled some errant dust while I spoke.”
“Oh! Do you need some water?”
“No, thank you, Patton. I believe I will be fine. Now, as I was saying, I’m quite sure that there will be plenty of time after filming on Friday to go out for ice cream.”
“Really?!”
“Yes.”
“YES!”
Logan’s lip twitched as he watched Virgil dab a second time right before Patton and Roman turned to give each other high fives.
“Hey, Logic, was that all we needed to talk about today? Cus I got some stuff I was hoping to take care of…”
Virgil tilted his head listlessly to the side and watched carefully as everyone’s attention was briefly brought to him before returning to the one he’d addressed.
Then his lips quirked into a smirk and Logan knew exactly what he was doing.
“I believe so. You are free to go now, Anxiety.”
The smirk disappeared as Virgil settled back from his third dab.
“Cool. See ya later then.”
He saluted as he walked past everyone.
And Logan did his best to maintain a completely straight face as the anxious side whispered when he passed him.
“I win.”