Thomas Sanders Sides One-shots

Bored (Part 3)

Trigger Warning: mentions of blood (a small nose bleed, nothing serious because this is a fluffy, funny chapter :P)

Virgil had small frown on his face as he knocked on Pattons door. He'd once again been overwhelmed with boredom.

Patton opened the door with his usual cheery grin which fell slightly at the expression on Virgils face.

"What's wrong Virgil?" he asked.

"I'm bored again." Virgil complained, his hands stuffed into his pockets and his bangs hiding his eyes.

Patton smiled and said "Well your timing is great, I was about to head to the kitchen to make some cookies. You can help me."

Virgil didn't get a chance to respond as Patton grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the kitchen.

Patton got all the stuff he'd need out and put it on the side while Virgil sat himself on the floor.

"If you're going to be helping you'll have to wash your hands." Patton said looking down at Virgil with a smile.

"can't I just stay sitting here, watching?" Virgil asked in a bored tone.

Patton shrugged "if that's what you'd prefer."

He turned back to the ingredients which he began to put into a large mixing bowl and mix together.

"Are you adding chocolate chips?" Virgil suddenly asked.

"Yep!" Patton said happily pouring a large amount into the mixture.

Patton put the packet back on the side and began to mix everything in the bowl.

Virgil reached an arm up and grabbed the packet, tipping a handful of the chocolate onto his hand and then stuffing it onto his mouth with a small grin.

He carefully placed the packet back on the side before Patton could notice and then sat humming to himself as he let the chocolate in his mouth melt.

"For someone who was bored you sound very cheerful." Patton commented looking down at Virgil.

"I like cookies." Virgil replied.

Patton went back to what he was doing and Virgil reached his hand up to grab the packet of chocolate again only to find it had moved.

He shifted onto his knees and peered over the edge of the counter to see Patton had moved it closer to the bowl.

Virgil frowned but held back a small gasp as the smell of cookie dough hit his nose.

Virgil pushed himself to his feet and stood right next to Patton, who had the large mixing bowl full of the cookie dough.

"Patton?" Virgil started and the dad trait immediately looked at him, already sensing what Virgil was about to ask. "No Virgil, you can't eat the cookie dough. You'll have to wait until its been made into cookies."

Virgil pouted and sighed. "Fine, I'll just wait then." he sprawled out on the floor, laying on his back.

Patton shook his head at Virgils actions and began putting the mixture onto a tray.

"Patton!" a shout came from somewhere.

Patton put the bowl down and walked out to see who'd called and what they needed.

While Patton was gone Virgil jumped to his feet and swiped his finger round the bowl, getting a bunch of cookie dough on his finger and then put it in his mouth with a contented sigh.

He heard footsteps and quickly lay back on the floor so it didn't look like he'd done anything.

"Why is Virgil laying on the floor?" a familiar voice asked and Virgil glared at the trait in the doorway, sitting up in case he tried to step on him or something.