Thomas groaned as he sat up from bed. Since he had woken up at 2, he had been unable to acquire adequate sleep and had experienced dozing off once or twice before waking himself up from twisting and turning. His heart cried for sleep, but his mind stayed active as he continued to think about lines and lyrics, too often finding his mind drifting to a sensitive sleep where he'd dream of his thoughts. Images of himself acting on stage played like a movie on repeat as he drifted off every now and again.
Now yawning, exhausted, he shut off his alarm before it could ring out, glancing to the clock that read 8:56 with disdain. Thomas disliked getting up early after not receiving enough rest, but he could feel Logan's impatience starting to itch at the edge of his mind, so he decided to officially start his morning as to ease the logical sides tentative ways.
Thomas stretched and swung his legs over the side of the bed until he felt them hit the carpet; standing, he looked on tiredly as Logan appeared.
"Ahh.. We are on a tight schedule today Thomas, I hope you are prepared."
Thomas opened his mouth to reply but got interrupted.
"What am I saying? Of course you're prepared! As long as I'm here you always should be." He fixed his glasses arrogantly.
"I know Logan doesn't like to admit it.. But him and Roman truly do have much more in common than they think.." Thomas thought as he offered Logan a tired smile.
"What would I do without you?"
"Not function correctly, I would assume?"
"I- it's a figure of speech.."
"I see.." Logan narrowed his gaze.
"Well, I will see you in the kitchen in 7 minutes and 28 seconds; the others should be up soon but do not let them steer you away from our morning plans. We must get as much done as possible before our friends arrive."
"Sounds like a plan."
"That's exactly what it is.. I thought that was obvious?"
Thomas sighed and shook his head.
"I'll be downstairs soon."
"Great."
Thomas watched as Logan exited the room, proceeding to go down the hall and off to the kitchen to wait; he yawned once more, walking over to open the blinds on his window.
Sunlight drafted in and Thomas smiled warmly to himself before turning to his wardrobe to fish around for a shirt and some pants. After finding a comfortable outfit, he got dressed, taking off his nightly wear and trading them in for a better look that made him ready for the day.
As he changed, Thomas's stomach grumbled hungrily and he huffed.
"I'll need to eat.. and some coffee would be nice- especially after such a restless night.." He thought to himself. "I'll have to clean the kitchen after that... then vacuum, dust and clean off the fan, fix up the couch cushions, put away the studio lights, tidy up the bathroom.." The list continued and Thomas could feel all the mental cliff notes Logan was making of the list, adding in small details that he had failed to mention in the general thought of things.
Thomas sighed to himself and smiled, glad to know the logical side was so productive today despite Thomas's sleepiness.
"And as you clean we can practice lines!"
Thomas jumped as Roman appeared and he quickly pulled on his jeans, looking to Roman with shock.
"Y-you can knock next time?!" He exclaimed, exasperated.
"Thomas, I am a facet of your personality, you getting dressed shouldn't affect you or myself- I am literally apart of you. Also, that bodacious backside isn't something to hide!" Roman scowled with a grin.
Thomas groaned to himself as he buttoned his pants.
"You don't need to barge in at least.." He mumbled before looking up to his creativity.
"But yes-" He sighed. "We can practice lines while I clean."
"Excellent!"
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Virgil rubbed his eyes tiredly with a groan as he walked into the living room, his gaze blurry from just waking. Logan had greeted him when he had walked into the round room, stating that today was busy and he hoped the anxious side would help Thomas stay on track; Virgil had given him a look of disdain, still a bit annoyed with the early morning encounter with everyone and their supposed "nightmares," before he had nodded in agreement.
Now, he walked in on Thomas and Roman, who looked to be multitasking as Roman said lines and Thomas replied as he wiped down the kitchen table.
The creative side looked up as Virgil entered and narrowed his eyes, Virgil did the same but added in a frown, as if to reply with more of an angered expression; he sat on the couch and pulled out his phone, scrolling through it.
*"Whats in that? Raw egg, vinegar..." Roman listed.
*"...Hot sauce, Worcester, salt, and pepper." Thomas added.
*"You know your hangover cures."
*"My dad taught me all kinds of stuff." Thomas looked smooth as he said this, adding in a shrug before straightening from cleaning the table and tossing the rag to the counter, where it landed next to the table top solution he had used.
*"Oh hey, here's my revenge. I'm gonna drop a phlegm clobber in her prairie oyster. She'll never know."
*"I'm a "No Rust Build-up" man myself." Thomas smirked as he picked up the bottle of solution beside him, swishing it around as he looked to his creativity deviously. Roman turned away from Thomas and waved a hand.
*"Don't be a d*ck." Roman glanced to Virgil and the two met gazes; Virgil made a face in return and the prince scowled, sticking his tongue out at the anxious side.
*"That stuff'll kill her." He finished the line and angled himself back to Thomas.
Virgil continued to watch the scene, giving Roman a few more grimaces, which the prince returned every time; at one moment, tripping over a line.
*"Prairie oyster! Chop-Ch-" Roman paused and looked down at his script as he read the wrong line, he glanced to Virgil with a glare as the anxious side chuckled.
"Virgil!" He exclaimed.
"What?"
"You made me mess up!" Roman scoffed.
"Thats your own fault.. I'm just that one member of the audience that you have to learn to ignore.."
"You don't have to be that way." The prince crossed his arms.
"Well you don't have to pay attention to me." Virgil bit back.
"Can you two stop? For a solid hour..? Please..?"
Both the sides paused in their banter as Thomas spoke.
"This happened last time.. Please- I would just like to get through this without any interruptions.. Virgil, you yourself claimed both I and Roman needed more practice.. So I am not entirely sure why you're causing an interruption? Or rather being apart, of causing one." Thomas looked to Roman, not completely evading him from being chastised; the prince huffed and Virgil gave Thomas an estranged gaze.
"Thomas.. we went over this- I never said you or Roman had to prac-" Virgil tried to continue his sentence but quickly felt as if his throat had closed off his voice box, and his tongue seemed to knot. Words couldn't form and it was as if his voice was gone.
In panicked silence, Virgil made to force the words through his throat but was not given the chance as a figure appeared in front of him, his back facing Virgil.
"I heard arguing?"
"O-oh..! Deceit..!"
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*'s mean they are actual lines pulled directly from the script
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