Prinxiety Oneshots

He's Tired

"Virgil, I lost my crown!" Roman said, looking around his room.

Virgil looked up at Roman from where he was lying on Roman's bed. "I'll help you find it for the dollar," he said. The mind space only has one one-dollar bill and Roman currently had it. 

"Deal. Here," Roman said, grabbing the dollar from his pocket and handing it to Virgil.

Virgil put the dollar in his pocket, "it's on your head."

Roman reached up and touched his head. His crown had been on his head the whole time. "Ugh," Roman groned. He put his crown on his desk and flopped down on his bed, next to Virgil. The two lying opposite ways. Roman's legs were hanging off the end of the bed, and Virgil's feet were against the wall where the pillows were supposed to be he kicked them onto the floor. Their heads next to each other.

Virgil kissed Roman on the cheek. "You okay, my Prince Charming?" Virgil asked.

"Yeah. I'm just tired. I was up all night, writing down different ideas," Roman said, smiling over at Virgil. "No need to worry, though, Princess."

Virgil hummed. "Hmm. I'mmm tired."

Roman kissed Virgil's forehead. "Let us nap then." he sat up, scooted up, grabbed his and Virgil's pillow, then laid down. He had grabby hands at Virgil, who was still lying the wrong way. Virgil giggled a little and sat up. He grabbed Virgil's hands and pulled him onto his lap. He kissed Virgil on his soft lips. When they pulled away, Virgil laid his head on Roman's shoulder. Roman pulled the blanket over them. "Sleep well, my Princess."

"Night *yawn* night, Princey," Virgil mumbled quietly. 

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