They're too opposite to be friends but still they're not enemies, maybe something different entirely. Virgil spots Roman existing the hall, flicks his cigarette to the ground and stubs it out. He's sitting on his motorbike, just sitting, smoking, definitely not waiting for Roman.
"Need a ride?"
"No thanks."
"It'll get you home quicker than the bus."
"Okay."
The ride is short and quiet and somewhat awkward. He drops Roman off and-
"You think my motorcycle's fun to ride? Come to my place tonight and I show you something just as fun to ride."
Roman flushes bright red but nods.
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Sanders Sides Drabbles
Fiksi PenggemarA collection of drabbles about the Sanders Sides. More NSFW than not.
