Prinxiety Oneshots

It's Too Late For This

"If pancakes are pansexual, would they love any and all other breakfast foods?" Virgil asked Roman, who was laying next to desperately just wanting to sleep. It was currently 1 AM and Virgil hasn't slept in over a week.

"I don't know, probably," Roman mumbled tiredly.

"Mirrors don't actually break, they just reproduce," Virgil said looking at the mirror on the closet door.

"Wait- what-"

"Teachers spend 12+ years in school to get a certificate saying they can go back to school."

"Oh my god-" Roman muttered.

"People usually only say 'hey stranger' to people they know."

"Ture-"

"There's probably a large number of people who haven't pressed the number 7 on the microwave," Virgil said lying down, staring up at the ceiling. "If you think about it we've all kicked a pregnant woman before."

"Oop-"

"For being made up of 70% water, humans have very poor fire resistance... No matter how hard you try you can't predict your next thought because if you do you're already thinking it... Clicking a mouse is sending a signal from your brain to your finger to the computer's finger to its brain."

"Huh?"

"Water doesn't really have a taste but when you mix water with another drink it tastes watery... Pets have no idea you control the temperature inside your house... If we had three arms we would probably have a semi-dominant hand."

"Virgil-"

"You notice when one sock in a pair is missing but not when both are... Most people eat salad to lose weight while most of the fattest animals in the world are herbivores... All the hair that you can see was once underneath the skin of a person."

"Virgil, Love, it's too early/late for this. Can we please just get some sleep?" Roman asked, looking over at Virgil. "We both need sleep."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry," Virgil muttered rolling over facing Roman and scooted closer.

"It's alright, Love," Roman whispered, pulling Virgil close, holding him protectively in his arms. Virgil cuddled into Roman relaxing in the bigger/older man's arms. "Goodnight my Kitten." Roman kissed Virgil's forehead.

"Night Ro-Wo," Virgil mumbled, falling into a much-needed sleep.

The two fell asleep cuddled close together. 

(362 words.)