conversations // prinxiety ✔

♥ bonus - one year later ♥

(a/n: ^ily^

i'm combining requests! one year later + logicality snuggles + virgil shoving roman so that orlando has more space)

"ROMAN, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Virgil screamed.

"VIRGIL! ALL I DID WAS CLEAN YOUR ROOM!" Roman yelled back while being chased by an angry Virgil.

"JUST BECAUSE WE'RE MARRIED DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN GO INTO MY ROOM!"

"YOU'RE SUCH A TEENAGER! WE ARE 31!"

"Oh, fucking hell," Logan muttered. "I need Advil."

Patton nodded in agreement. "How did they tolerate each other enough to get married?"

The two sat on the couch and were cuddling peacefully. They wanted a day to themselves.

Without Virgil and Roman yelling about the dumbest shit.

The married couple began to argue about the best poptart flavor all of a sudden and Remy walked in with a megaphone. "HOLY MOTHER OF SATAN, FUCK ME IN THE ASS, SHUT THE HELL UP! I AM TRYING TO DO IMPORTANT THINGS!"

"Yeah?" Virgil scoffed. "Like what?"

"Prank calling Starbucks."

Remy put his mouth to the megaphone again. "NOW BE QUIET! THERE ARE BETTER THINGS TO DO! LIKE, MURDER SOMEONE ALREADY! I SUGGEST OUR PRESIDENT!"

Remy made a dramatic exit by throwing glitter as he strutted away.

Thomas, whimpering, walked in. "Guys, what's going on?! I have such a bad headache! I feel like my brain is going to explode!"

"SAME! EXCEPT I FEEL LIKE ALL OF ME IS GOING TO EXPLODE!" Logan screeched.

"Logan," Patton laughed. "Drink some water."

His face was bright red and he was sweating. He fainted on the couch.

"Welp," Patton said with a sigh.

"Oh shit, sorry," Virgil apologized.

"No worries!" Patton picked up his unconscious boyfriend and carried him upstairs.

Virgil and Roman took the other couple's previous spot on the couch.

"I still hate you," Virgil said, "but I can deal with it."

Roman smirked. "Same here."

Orlando hopped up on the couch and was shoving Roman's leg lightly with his paws.

Before Roman could think, Virgil pushed Roman off the couch and set the purring, happy cat in his place.

"Virgil, you little bi-"

"Rem? Remy? Remy baby babu bibyyy?"

The two looked back and saw Dolos, who was struggling to walk.

Thomas sighed and left.

Remy walked in and grabbed Dolos, who shouted in excitement, "REMYYYY!"

"Come on, babe. You're drunk."

"I wuv wou, Wemy."

"You're such a furry, oh my God."

"Do you love meeeeee?"

"Fuck you. Just go to sleep."

He pouted. "Not until you say you love meee!"

"Bitch, there are people. And also, you're drunk and you have to get some rest."

"Then nO!"

"...if I fucking say it, will you go to sleep?"

"Yeah!" He kissed all over Remy's face and Remy cringed. Roman and Virgil were watching the whole thing and Remy knew it.

"FINE!" the sassy trait shouted. He lowered his voice to barely a whisper. "I love you."

"I didn't heeeeeeeeeaaaar yooouuuuuu!"

Slightly louder, he repeated, "I love you..."

"YES!" Dolos stood up straight and he was filled with energy again.

"Wait, what?"

"HA!"

"You fucking tricked me!"

"AND YOU LOVE ME!"

Remy chased Dolos upstairs.

Virgil and Roman burst into hysterical laughter.

That was just about how it usually went nowadays, but neither of them were complaining.