The Painter and His Model // Prinxiety

~~three~~

Virgil knew it was going to be a task to get Remy home safely. He was such a noisy and awfully drunk brat since he did drink quite a few...cross that, lots of shots. Well, maybe at least ten according to the man himself, Remy.

"Honeyyyy," Remy slurred, walking in a zigzag kind of way. He was obviously drunk that it was a no brainer to say otherwise.

Virgil ignored Remy's obsessive cries about life and his nonexistent love. "Remy, stop walking like a drunken horse that is about to walk to his-" Virgil was about to say death but was cut off by Remy who almost REALLY fell to his death, in a ditch. With a quick swipe, Virgil was able to drag Remy off to safety and they continued to walk the path for drunk people. AKA the sidewalk.

"Dude, what the hell is that for?! You could've died, for fuck's sake," Virgil scolded, still shaken up by the incident.

Remy just hiccuped and shared a drunken giggle. "Bish, I had it all under control. All I had to do after I fell was to swim with the unicorn fishies."

"What the fuck? 'Unicorn fishies'?!"

After what seemed like forever, they finally approached Remy's homo, which was a tiny apartment because of all the goddamn mess he made. Still, it was fairly big for someone who lived all alone.

Before dropping Remy to deal with his own hangover on the couch, Virgil was surprised as Remy tried to whisper something sober, or he thought was sober. "Go get him, Tiger. Get the prince you were meant to fall in love with!"

Then just as that, he passed out gracefully with a snore that amused Virgil to no end. "You are an idiot... There's no way that he'd fall for me in the first place! Maybe it would be because I look like him... He is such a narcissist."

Virgil closed the door with a click, so that he wouldn't wake Remy up. Not that he won't because duh, he's DRUNK and he PASSED OUT. "So much for a guys' night out. It was more like a GUY'S night out."

A vibration in Virgil's back pocket scared the hell out of him. He pondered for a bit, 'Who the hell texts at one in the morning?!'

Virgil checked to see who was stupid enough to endorse in a conversation at one in the morning.

######### is calling.

Accept

Reject

He knew it was dangerous to accept a call from a stranger but it was 1AM and he was still out of the comfort of his house so might as well answer it. "Hello...?"

Maybe it was the volume of his voice because it was so soft or it was because the voices were distant from where they are actually supposed to sound. Maybe it was a prank or it was-

"Lo, if you saw him you would definitely fall head over heels for this guy!" A very familiar voice stated loudly, chuckling a bit at the end.

"I don't think you would like to fall face first onto the floor by the looks of this man... or anyone in that matter. I also do not believe it is very logical for one to fall in love with another in just one glance," the other stated bluntly.

"I KNOW, but you know me. I love fantasies just as much as you love... uhm, whatever you love. Everything and anything is possible in my opinion." The first voice resonated. Virgil knew exactly who that was. It's not as if he has retrograde amnesia or anterograde amnesia. He wasn't at all that dumb either.

The voice is very familiar to the point he could see the annoying face of it's owner: Roman.

"Yes, everything and anything would be possible inside your head, Roman. This is reality we are talking about and you're living it, now stop fawning over this boy you just met and get your head out of the clouds!" The other, 'Lo' was supposedly his name as stated by Roman, was obviously annoyed by Roman's shenanigans. Virgil was utterly surprised that this 'Lo' was very down to earth, unlike Roman. Maybe he did make good friends but didn't have the best life choices.

Virgil felt bad that he thinks he wasn't supposed to even hear this, but all this drama over love has kept him intrigued to keep on listening. Speaking of this Roman on the phone, coincidentally, he had meant to do a bit of research about this Roman Prince he met at the bar not even few hours ago.

It was bad to listen to a conversation so private even though it was about him of all people. Why would Roman talk to him? It's not like he is that important. Sighing softly, he says, "Might as well hang up..."

With a press of a thumb, he ended the 'accidental' call.

"He could've buttdialed someone else..."

Author's notes:

We're back with another chapter since we're both using a computer and a laptop (Hint: I'm the one using the FAMILY computer since I'm hella poor to afford MY OWN laptop lmao). I hope you enjoyed it!

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HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY THE BUTTDIAL!!!!

Happy reading everybody!!!!