Casually ♥ (a Mini Royce One-shot)

A/N: Here goes a little Royce fluff for ya. :3 Enjoy!

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At Mindless Behavior's Residence...

"Hey, Prince, look what I can do."

Princeton nonchalantly lifted his emotionless eyes from the sentences of his book to witness what the goofy band mate was doing. Roc Royal was doing a perfect hand stand on top of the long couch. His arms wobbled a little as he tried holding up his weight of his legs in the air.

Princeton muffled a giggle with his hand, finding the younger boy's foolery cute. Roc kept his balance on the leathery cushion for half a minute before his legs tumbled forward, making himself flip and fall flat on the carpeted floor.

"Um...ow?" stated Roc with awkward sarcasm. Princeton watched from the kitchen table, giggling uncontrollably. He tried to silence and hide his giggles with his book, but once he saw Roc smiling at him, he knew it was impossible to conceal.

Roc Royal laughed through his big smile as he crossed into the kitchen. Princeton immediately contained himself by quickly clearing his throat and burying his nose back in his book of poetic literature.

Roc chuckled at his concealment and began fiddling inside the cupboards. "Aye, Prince, I'm getting some cereal," he declared. "Want some, too?"

"Um...no thanks," Princeton answered, not even looking up from his book.

Roc Royal shrugged and pulled out the box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch from the cupboard. He went to the ice box to search for the water.

"What'cha reading, Prince?" he asked, closing the ice box with his foot after getting the large gallon of water.

Princeton looked up from his book in disturbance after Roc roughly set the two things on the table. He rolled his eyes at the gallon of water thinking, I still don't get why he eats cereal with water. But hey, that's Roc for ya...

"I'm reading a book of poetry," Princeton said plainly, replying to his question.

Roc made a noise as if he just ate something disgusting. "Ew, Prince, why do you read stuff that's so boring?" he proclaimed while getting a bowl and a spoon.

Princeton blew out a puff of air and began ranting about how poetry was not in fact "boring," but Roc ignored him and cut him off in the middle of it.

"Prince, you want something to drink?"

Princeton sighed in annoyance but accepted his offer. "Yes, that would be nice..."

Roc reopened the refrigerator. "What kind do you want, Prince?"

"Mango Twist."

"Aww, Prince, I was about to get that... Pick something different."

Princeton rolled his eyes at his childishness. "Ugh, fine, I choose Strawberry Limeade then."

"You sure, Prince?"

Princeton gripped his book in his hands, getting clearly agitated. "Yes, I'm sure," he pressed through gritted teeth.

Roc shrugged. "Okay, Prince." He grabbed the two quarts of drinks and set them on the table. He suddenly gasped. "You know what I just noticed, Prince?"

"What, Roc?"

Roc set two plastic cups on the table. "That you and I are in this house alone... Isn't that great, Prince?!" he asked, eyes wide while smiling from ear to ear in excitement.

There was no answer from Princeton, as he was becoming irritated from a certain name that Roc kept calling him.

Roc shot him a confusing look. "Prince? Are you okay, Prince?"