Crystal Sides

Chapter 4: Can't Get No Rem Sleep

--POV = Patton--

I burst out of my bedroom, leaping into the front room.

"GOOD MORNING!!" I yelled.

Roman burst out of his door, brandishing his Samurai Sword and breathing heavily. Once he saw it was me, he sighed and let his sword disappear, "What's up with you guys?!" he groaned, sitting down on the couch.

I grinned. He was such a goofball! Now time for the others. I bounced over to Logan's room and crashed open the door, "WAKE UP!" I shouted at him.

He was sitting at his desk, looking unphased, "Good morning, Patton." he said without looking from his laptop.

The dark-haired man was just about to spoon another dollop of jam into his mouth when I pounced forwards and grabbed his arm, tugging him out of his chair. Reluctantly, he followed me to the main room. Once Logan was sitting next to Roman on the sofa, looking mildly annoyed, I leaped over to the last room.

Roman muttered a quick warning, but I didn't hear it. I swung open the door to see a man with dark purple hair and grey eye shadow under his eyes.

"Hello!" I sang, "I'm Patton!" without waiting for him to reply, I grasped his arm in my hands and pulled him out of his bed.

"Hey! Get off!" he moaned as I pushed him on to the sofa.

I leaped up onto the coffee table and smiled widely at everybody.

"Patton, what is the meaning of this?" Roman insisted.

"Yes, I was just about to beat level 48 in my crossword application." Logan added.

The purple-haired man didn't say anything, just pulled his black hood up over his head.

I put my hands on my hips, "I thought that seeing as we're going to be working together, we should try and get to know each other!"

Roman groaned and face-palmed.

Logan was still gazing at me, even looking interesting, "What will that achieve, exactly?"

"Well, we can get to know each other's weapons, fighting styles and even personalities!" I told him.

Roman looked up, "Fine..." he moaned.

"I'll go first," I said, "My name is Patton! I like cats, dogs... Oh! Speaking of dogs!" I leaped off the table and galloped back to my room. I looked around and spotted what I needed on the bed. I grabbed it and rushed back into the room.

"This," I said proudly, "is Remy!" I held up the black pomeranian.

The others looked at him, shocked.

Remy yawned and shuffled in my hands.

Suddenly, the man in the hoodie yelled, "You brought a dog?!"

"Yeah! Isn't he adorable," I cuddled him close.

"Patton, we can't fit a dog in with the four of us!" Roman yelled.

I felt hurt. I thought that the others would love Remy, just like I did! I frowned sadly and Remy wriggled again.

Logan noticed my sadness, "Well, I'm sure we could make a bit of space in Patton's room, right?"

My face lit up, "Yeah! Of course!"

The purple-haired man sighed, "I'm fine with that, but, it's your responsibility."

I glanced at him, "Thanks, uh..."

"Virgil," he told me, "My name is Virgil."

"Anyway, why were we here in the first place?" Roman interrupted.

"Right, our weapons." I reminded myself, placing my dog down. Remy walked away, yawning widely.

"I'll go first!" I said.