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Even though it had been a couple days since then, Logico kept thinking back to when Irratino had convinced them to put make-up and a skirt on. It had been so... Weird? In a good way, though. Logico didn't know how to explain it.. This wasn't something that could be logicked out. Maybe Logico should ask Irratino about it? But what if he laughed at Logico? No, no, he wouldn't do that. Irratino isn't that type of person.
And speak of the devil, not that Logico believed in one, there was a familiar knock at Logico's door. Logico always wondered why Irratino didn't just open the door and come in - he had his own key, and Logico said he could.
"Come in." Logico called, standing up. Irratino does so, slipping into the room.
"Hello, Logico!" Irratino grins, and Logico finds that they're smiling slightly as well, the corners of Logico's mouth going up a little bit. "How are you today?"
"I'm alright. How about you?" Logico asks, genuinely curious. Normally Logico asks out of social necessity, but with Irratino, Logico never feels like they have to do that. Plus, Logico genuinely cares about how Irratino is doing.
"I'm doing amazing! The stars said this would be a good day to go to that cafe, and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me?" Irratino asks, and Logico can't help but nod. Irratino's happiness is infectious, and Logico has always had a weak immune system.
"Of course, 'Tino."
"Great! C'mon, then!" Irratino grabs Logico's hand, pulling Logico around the desk and out the door. Logico just follows, like a planet caught in a stars orbit.
A few minutes later, the two enter the cafe, going to their usual spot (chosen specifically because it means Logico can see the whole shop) and sitting down.
"You'll have your usuals, then, I assume?" The waiter asks, writing something down. Irratino answers with his usual level of cheer. Logico, meanwhile, is fixated on the pronoun pin on the waiter's chest. It says that she uses fem and neutral pronouns.. Logico hadn't realised people could do that. Logico isn't sure why that never occured to them.. If Irratino can change pronouns depending on what his marot says, then of course people can use multiple sets. Logico doesn't even know why they're fixated on it, but apparently Logico's so out of it that Irratino has to tap them on the shoulder to get Logico's attention.
Logico jumps, staring wide-eyed at Irratino, as though Logico had just been caught doing something they shouldn't have been doing.
"Logico, are you okay? You were super out of it there, I called your name, like, twenty times!" Irratino looks concerned, face tilted down.
"Wh- oh, yes, I'm fine. Just got lost in thought. Sorry for worrying you." Logico mumbles slightly, glancing away in embarrassment.
"If you're sure... Anyway, your drink is here!" Logico looks at the table and realises that yes, it is. They carefully drink it, unsurprised when it's almost too hot to hold. Logico decides letting it cool down a bit first is a good idea. (If it also means they can spend more time talking to Irratino, well, that's just a bonus.)
After spending a couple hours in the cafe, they leave, Irratino driving them to his house. (After letting Logico grab their things from Logico's office, obviously.)
When they reach Irratino's house, they crash on his couch, exhausted from the past week of various mysteries. At least it was a Monday, so Logico didn't have to worry that Irratino was dead..
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When Irratino woke up, he realised that he and Logico had ended up curling up, Logico slightly leaning on Irratino. Irratino knew that when Logico woke up, they'd be embarrassed as hell. But even so, Irratino took the time to admire the person he'd fallen in love with.
Irratino could tell something had been on Logico's mind ever since Irratino had managed to convince them to try make-up on. He had a feeling he knew what it was, but he didn't want to push them into repressing themself even more than they had. He remembered his own journey in discovering his gender, and how much he would have hated having something he wasn't sure about being pushed onto him, and he'd been fairly young when he figured that out. Logico was a repressed adult who was very clearly struggling. Irratino wasn't about to make it any harder for them if he could help it.
He'd probably fucked up when he'd called them pretty, honestly.. Logico had seemed super out of it after that, just kind of staring into space for a good amount of time. But that was in the past, and this was the present. It'd already been said and done, and there was no use reminiscing on things he couldn't change.
Logico stirred slightly, curling further into Irratino, who stiffened, hoping he hadn't woken Logico up. Luckily, they settled soon after, shoving their face in the crook of Irratino's neck. Irratino relaxed, running his hand through their hair. Logico was a pretty sound sleeper when they were with Irratino.. Not when they were by themself though. Irratino remembered the first time Logico had stayed the night, he'd woken up to the sound of Logico crying out in their sleep...
Anyway, that was neither here nor now, so it didn't matter!
Irratino continued staring at Logico, hand carding through their hair. It was slightly greasy, he should get Logico to shower soon. Maybe when they woke up. Dysphoria sucked (and if Logico didn't have dysphoria, Irratino would eat his Marot cards.), but you still need to shower. That was what Irratino had always been told - comfort is good, but it's easier to be comfortable when you're clean. Usually, Logico was pretty good about cleaning themself regularly, but with all the thinking they had been doing lately, Irratino wouldn't blame them if it had slipped their mind.
A couple hours later, Irratino was drifting off again when Logico practically jumped away from him. They must have finally realised that they'd been basically cuddling.. Irratino blearily looked at the flustered person sitting opposite him, who was now basically bright red and stammering out excuses and apologies.
Irratino just smiles softly at Logico, who slowly calms down, still avoiding eye contact. Well, they always avoid eye contact, but it was more pronounced now. He has to fight the urge to pull them back towards him. No point in making them more uncomfortable than usual, but they looked so comfortable, curled up with him...
Oh well, maybe another day. There are always more stories waiting to be told, after all!