“Prezziiiiiiiii,” the last syllable of the older side’s name dragged out, a tiny voice echoing through the hall as Curiosity Logic searched for his friend. It was seldom the six year old was left alone long enough that searching for any of the older sides was necessary, and normally he would welcome the break. A chance to be independent, unrestricted, to prove he could be trusted alone.
Right now, however, he had something to share. There had been quite a few personal discoveries for Logic recently. He had grown a whole inch and a half from the last time Feelings measured him, and he had two loose teeth to fiddle at with his tongue. Logic was the biggest, maybe the most important of these discoveries. The shift from Curiosity to Logic was subtle. He didn’t feel any different, really, but the others reacted like it was something big and important. This discovery, though, this felt big monumental, to use one of Thomas’ new vocabulary words. There was something for him to point to this time, proof of his progress and growth.
“Prezzi!” Logic’s blue and white striped socks made him slide across the floor as he skidded to a halt in front of the dining room, spotting his friend. “Prezzi I got something to show you!”
━ ✧・゚: * :: time was ... sparse lately, to say the least. the split, as it was being referred, happened long ago enough that they were all mostly adjusted to the existence of two new sides, at least superficially. it was altogether jarring however, & something preservation was uncomfortable with for complex reasons even he, in his surprising maturity, could not articulate. it wasn’t the new sides themselves, of course ━ both remus & roman were darling in their own ways, reminiscent of the former singular creativity but distinct & different enough in ways that begged more questions than anything ━ still, there was a melancholy preservation couldn’t shake with it all. a feeling that couldn’t be processed even if he had the time.
curiosity ━ or logic now, rather ━ existed as something in the back of his mind; itching like a task he’d forgotten once having entered a new room. with the twins, as they were being called now for their physical similarities, there wasn’t much space to worry about the very independent logical side. which was a blessing that came as a surprise when the younger would seek him out despite yearning for autonomy. autonomy that preservation did give him more frequently than feelings ever did.
“ oh ? ” preservation quirked a brow, the declaration paralleling something remus had gotten in the habit of saying, though he felt much less ... apprehension with whatever it was logic had to share. “ what would that be ? ”