Prinxiety xox

Part 8

"Logan!"
Patton exploded into the Mind Palace with the force of a small hurricane. Logan, who has been sitting on a couch reading, glanced up.
"Greetings and salutations, Patton," he said, blinking over his glasses. "Do you need assistance with something?"
"Yes!" exclaimed Patton. "It's a shame, Logan! We need to help, we have to intervene!"
Logan stood up immediately, placing his book down.
"What is it? Is it Anxiety again? Calm down Patton, go get a glass of water and I'll bring the-"
"No, I don't mean-it's not that-it's Virgil and Roman."
"Ah." Logan flopped back down again. "Well, you'll hardly need me, then. You know I'm not one for all these newfangled emotions." Logan wrinkled his nose.
"Please Logan!" Patton pleaded, gazing at the intellectual trait with huge, coffee coloured eyes.
Logan melted.
"As you wish, Patton," he said, standing up again. "But I will be of no use to you, I'm sure of it."
~~~
"I don't think this is the best tactic, Patton," said Logan, furrowing his brow.
"It'll work," replied Patton. "You tackle Prince, I'll get Anxiety."
Logan rolled his eyes. "This all seems a little drastic-"
"Here comes Princey! Go, hurry up!"
Patton scurried away to Anxiety's room, and Logan sighed and took his place in the kitchen.
Patton had placed a jar of Crofters jam onto the highest shelf in the kitchen using a stepladder. None of the traits could reach it, but Roman never shied away from a challenge.
Logan made a show of reaching for the jam, then called Roman.
"Roman! I-uh-I require your-assistance with something."
The regal trait immediately made his way over. Logan never asked for help, and this would be something he could hold over the intelligent trait for a while.
"You called?" Roman said, with a slightly sarcastic smirk. "I did," replied Logan irritably. "Can you get this down for me?" "Indeed I can!" exclaimed Roman, reaching up in tiptoe for the jar. Logan crept quietly out of the room. "My apologies, Roman," he muttered quietly, as Patton came skipping down the hall, leading a moody looking Virgil. Logan backed out of the kitchen, Patton shoved Virgil in before him, and slammed the door, locking it behind him. There were indignant shouts and several curse words from Roman and Virgil, respectively.
Patton giggled.
Logan raised an eyebrow. "And you're sure about this?"
"They've got food, what's the worst that could happen?" Patton shrugged, then skipped gleefully back down the hall. "We should give them their privacy!"
"The worst that could happen? I could give you a list of things." Logan muttered darkly, before making his way back to his own room.
~~~
Virgil sat on the counter, hissing like a displeased kitten as Roman hammered at the door.
"This."
"Is."
"Pointless!" Roman huffed, giving the door a final shove and sinking dramatically against the polished wooden frame. Virgil said nothing. Roman, evidently looking for a response, continued. "How can they do this? We've done nothing! And Logan, of all people-I expected better-never would have believed it-"
"Will you relax!" Virgil said, exasperated. "What is this, Broadway?"
Roman muttered something darkly, then perched on a different countertop, kicking his heels against the cupboard. The pair sat in fuming silence for a few minutes.
Roman got up to get something out of the fridge.
Another fifteen minutes past.
Virgil started humming the tune to a MCR song, and Roman told him to shut up.
Another twenty minutes ticked by.
"Say, um, Virgil, how long d'you think they're going to keep us here for?" asked Roman tentatively. "How am I supposed to know?" snapped Virgil, with an acidic glare.
After another twenty minutes, Roman started to get desperate.
"Please Patton! Logan! Anyone! Is this some kind of punishment for something? I'll do anything, please just let me out!" Virgil drew his hood up over his head. He wished he had had the sense to bring his phone.
"Patton! I'll buy you a cookie, nay, two cookies! Please!"
"Oh my god, shut up." Virgil muttered from under his hood.
"Why don't you make me, hot topic," grumbled Roman.
"Fine, I will," replied Virgil, hopping down from the counter and walking towards Roman.
"What are you-" began Roman, before he was cut off as Virgil smashed his lips against the regal traits.
They drew away for breath, and Virgil backed away, cringing. "I'm sorry! I didn't-I don't-"
But it was his turn to be cut off by a passionate kiss from Roman. The two stood, intertwined, for a few moments, before drawing back to breathe. They locked eyes, and Roman smiled, a soft pink blush dusting his cheeks. Virgil was already a blushing mess. Roman kissed Virgil gently on his forehead, and finally the emo smiled.
Patton, who for the past fifteen minutes had been watching through the keyhole, smiled gleefully, and quietly unlocked the door, before slipping away back to his room.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, the pair were locked together again, hands draped around each other's shoulders. When they drew away, the two giggled uncertainly, and Roman flopped against the door, pulling Virgil next to him.
They leaned back comfortably against the door; which proceeded to burst open. Roman fell back in surprise, then leapt up, and shut the door again. Then opened it.
Shut.
Open.
Shut.
Open.
He had a hilariously confused look on his face. Virgil grinned and leaned casually against the wall, and caught sight of Patton, hiding behind the corner. He started towards him.
"Patton! I'm going to murder you!"
Patton squealed and took off back to his room, slamming the door. Logan had the sense to stay in his room, preferring to listen to the goings on with a slightly amused expression.
Roman caught up with Virgil, who was staring at the door with a strange mixture of amusement and annoyance. "They did that on purpose, didn't they?" said Roman, as though the thought had just occurred to him. "Course they did, the little shits," said Virgil. Roman gave a sudden mischievous grin. "It worked though, didn't it?" Virgil blushed. "S'pose so," he muttered. Roman seized Virgil's chin and kissed him hard, and when they pulled away Virgil was positive he could hear Morality squealing.

Yep, idk how to write endings. Hope you enjoyed xox

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