Thomas Sanders One Shots

Roman's birthday

"Come on, Roman. Just a few more steps." Princey's birthday was always a spectacular event so when Morality had barged into his room, put a blindfold on him and pushed him through the corridor, he didn't object. He had been looking forward to it, especially after hearing part of a conversation between Logan and Morality. They were contemplating having a clown but after much discussion, they rejected the idea. Turns out Anxiety's scared of clowns. Well, add that to the list.

After almost falling down a flight of stairs, the blindfold was ripped from Roman's face to reveal balloons, presents and... was that a kareoke machine? He was so excited, he didn't know where to begin. "Do you want to do presents first?" Patton asked, beaming. Roman nodded, sitting on the sofa and picking up the first present.

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Pushing the wrapping paper further into the bag, Princey began to open the final present. He'd had a drawing, a cuddly dragon and a few photos from Patton and a Spanish dictionary and a new sash from Logan (seeing as the dragon-witch had ripped a large hole in his current one). The final gift was from Anxiety which Roman found surprising, as they never seemed to see eye to eye. The tag on the gift read, 'Happy Birthday Sir Sings-A-Lot, From Verge'

Roman ripped the purple paper of the tube-shaped present, revealing a poster. "It's exactly the same as the one in my room. You know, the one you tried to steal three times?" Prince unraveled the large poster, grinning from ear to ear. Virgil rolled his eyes, despite the smirk that was prominent on his face.

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"Kareoke! Kareoke!" Roman cheered at Virgil, trying to get him to put his can of Pepsi down and pick up the microphone. He didn't. "No, Roman."

"Come on, Virgil. It'll be fun."

"No."

"Please? It's my birthday."

"I know. And no."

Roman kept trying, sounding more desperate and angry with each attempt. Anx was just repeating "No" like a rythm, becoming aggitated and annoyed until he was shouting it over Roman's pleas. Patton and Logan shared a glance, both escaping to the kitchen from the inevitable argument that broke out. It lasted an hour.

"No, Princey. I am not singing and that's final. I am not going to embarrass myself in front of everyone for your enjoyment." Princey couldn't find an adequate response through his temper, which quickly cooled.

The disappointed Prince slowly trudged up the stairs to Thomas's room. He hadn't got the energy to 'sink down' so he lay on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking about his birthday. Eventually, somehow, his attention turned to Anxiety.

Anxiety, who was the very bane of his existence. Who couldn't do one thing for him even on his special day. Who didn't care about anyone, not even Thomas. Who always smirked when he knew he had won. Who flirted with him just to see him blush. Who was always messy. Who... Who shouldn't have to do something he doesn't want to do just because it was Prince's birthday.

He sighed, sitting up. He was going to apologise. For the sake of being the better man. Apologise. To Anxiety.

He could picture the smirk on the emo's face.

He hesitantly walked back downstairs, expecting an argument or, even worse, silence. He got neither of those. Instead, he got singing. Anxiety singing. Anxiety singing a song from Hercules. With Patton singing backup, excitedly bouncing around as Anxiety sheepishly sang through the easily recognisable lyrics.

"If there's a prize for rotten judgement,

I guess I've already won that

No man is worth the aggravation