Unstable || Prinxiety

Chapter 5

(Roman's POV)
Song: Ready to Go - Panic! At The Disco

Virgil sits cross-legged on the ground infront of me, a permanent scowl adorning his features. In his hand rests a small mirror, hugged by his black dressing gown. I've never seen him in clothes like these, he looks almost... Normal. I would never have pictured "normal" and "Virgil" in the same sentence, but here we are.

Virgil's hand moves gracefully across his under-eye as he applies his eye shadow with practiced movements. And practiced they must be, as I can't remember a single day he hasn't put it on.

I can hear music from Virgil's earphones, tinny in timbre yet still recognisable. "Get me out of my mind, get me out of my mind..." what song even is that? It's certainly not Disney, that's for sure. I wonder if he likes Disney? I'll have to ask...

Virgil tilts his mirror towards me subtly, seeking what would have been a sneaky glance in my direction. Seeing me looking at him, Virgil's ears turn a faint red as he turns away. Great, now it's even more awkward.

I sigh, why was I even looking at him doing his makeup in the first place? Idiot.

"Uh..." I clear my throat, "do you want to get dinner? You've barley eaten all day."

"You're here to judge my character, not change my eating habits, " Virgil deadpans. "Plus I'm wearing my pajamas!"

"Well I'm sorry, but I, for one, need food to function." I walk over to the door and turn the knob. He's coming whether he likes it or not.

"Go get it then, you don't need me to hold your hand while you walk." Virgil replies, turning back to his mirror ignoring me. Why did he have to make this so difficult?

"But I can't leave you alone so that means..." Virgil's eyes widen instantly as he fills in the blanks.

"I can't go to the cafeteria you idiot, they'll - you don't understand!"

"I'm in my pajamas too, see? You'll blend right in, come on." I grab his hand as I walk out the door, instantly regretting my actions as I feel the awkward tension rise. I let go of his hand. Why did I do that? Now I'm the one thats making it difficult!

As we approach the cafeteria, I hear Virgil stuttering behind me.

"C-come on Roman, I-I don't want to go in there..."

But it's too late to turn back now, since I can already smell the food. I breath in the scents, looking at him again and smiling guiltily. It must be terrible to be anxious all the time...

"Don't worry, Virge. I've got you," I wrap one hand around his shoulder and guide him through the crowd. Only once I get to my table do I see why Virgil didn't want to come. And now I know why, I knew I should have listened to him.

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