Assessment of Abilities

Chapter 2 | Realisation

It was almost noon before the first two awoke. Patton stumbled into the kitchen in his cat onesie, his hood up and glasses on to hide his sleepy eyes, luckily, the glass shards from last night had been cleaned up by Logan before bed.

Not far behind him was Roman; wearing red PJ bottoms with yellow stars and a plain white shirt. He staggered into the kitchen clutching his head with one hand, groaning a 'good morning' to Patton before grabbing some pieces of bread and turning on the toaster.

"How's your hangover?" Patton asked, glancing over at the other who clearly had it worse.

"Head is killing me..." He groaned and placed the bread in the toaster, flipping down the toggle, he then turned and leaned against the counter.

Patton was just pouring himself a coffee and took out a second mug before pouring Roman one too, handing it to him "Thanks Pat" he held the warm mug already starting to feel a bit better. "So... are we the only ones up?" he asked taking a sip of the sweet brown liquid beans.

"Yup, I think so at least, but I'm just about to make a full English breakfast to help settle our stomachs, so could you wake Virgil up for me please?" Roman groaned at this request, not really wanting to deal with Mr. Doom and Gloom this early. "I'll get Logan when I'm nearly done" Patton informed and prepared the pans and food.

After plucking up some courage Roman made his way to the bedroom door closest to the front door after putting his coffee on the kitchen counter. He let out a deep sigh before slowly opening the door, figuring there was no point in knocking if Virgil was asleep.

Oh how wrong he was.

"Hey, Virgil? Patton is making breakfast and so-" He stopped, his eyes widening as the light from outside leaked into Virgil's darkened room. Currently Virgil was standing with his back to the door and was just getting changed; he wore his ripped black skinny jeans with a red studded belt, however, he was naked from the waist up, only just picking up his shirt from the floor.

Be that as it may, it was not Virgil's vulnerable torso that almost caused Romans eyes to pop out of his head and his jaw to hang loose. No. It was the pair of large, black, feathered wings that protruded out of Virgil's back.

Upon seeing the light enter his room Virgil turned a little, finding a stunned Roman looking in with wide green eyes. Virgil had forgotten about the visibility of his wings for half a second before he saw Romans eyes move from his face to his back. Virgil's eyes slowly widened, his breath hitched in his throat, he could even feel tears brimming in his eyes 'shit!...' he thought.

They both stood there for what felt like hours in shock, but as soon as realisation hit, Virgil tucked his wings behind his back and in one fast motion slammed the door shut in Romans face "GET OUT!" causing the latter to stumble back a bit but not snap out of his shock.

After a minute Roman walked into the kitchen, his eyes still widened and his brow furrowed, his heart and head were fighting a huge battle 'that couldn't have been real... I was just seeing things... yeah...' Roman thought to himself and he resumed his place by the toaster in silence.

Patton had heard Virgil scream at Roman to 'get out' but thought nothing of it as he cooked breakfast. It wasn't until a few moments later, and Roman returned to the kitchen with a disorientated look on his face that Patton began to worry. He leaned forward a bit to look at Romans expression more "Roman? What happened?" Patton asked carefully but he didn't even get a glance in response.

The toaster 'pinged' and as if on auto-pilot Roman reached and took the toast from the toaster, the heat not bothering him as he held it with his bare hands.