Home Is Where The Heart Is (Take Two)

Blue Shirts, Ties and Golden Crowns

Virgil's POV

Something wasn't right. The floor beneath him was soft and when he moved, he sunk back into its warm embrace. It smelled different too. The underlying scent of the trash was gone and replaced with chocolate chip cookies? That's it! Forcing his eyes open, he was greeted with a pair of light brown eyes staring into his.

"Ahhhhhh, dude what the heck?" He screamed, shoving his hands in front of him. The strange brown-eyed man fell backward with an oof bringing half of the bed with him.

Sitting up, he watched curiously as the man got up from his place on the floor, rubbing his head as he did so. Now the initial surprise was over, he had a chance to look him over. He was tall which wasn't much of an accomplishment since Virgil was pretty sure most of the general population over 15 was taller then him. Chocolate brown locks fell into his face in waves. Complete with a strong jaw and a muscular body and you have your typical Disney prince. And no, he did not pull that idea out of no where, the man was literally wearing a prince costume, complete with a small golden crown.

"Greetings dear traveler, I apologise for disrupting your rest". Great, he even talks like one.

"It's fine, where am I?" Virgil asked, rubbing his head from where it had hit..something. Everything was a blur.

"You are at my friends house. You collapsed outside his shop". Ohhh, that made sense. Broken memories of a blue clad man and a trash can swirl in front of his eyes.

"Speaking of such friends, I must go fetch mine. Stay here, weary traveler while I fetch my knights to add you!"

After the strange, kinda cute, man had left, Virgil stood and let the blankets fall, pooling around his feet.

With this time, he decided to observe the room of this supposed friend. It was small but he was used to that. The walls were a dull, out of date yellow and the only furniture was a wooden bed and a small cupboard that appeared to be on its last limbs. A small window allowed a beam of light to brighten the room and briefly he wondered if he could climb out it. He dismissed the idea almost immediately for as small as he was, he didn't think he would fit. Not to mention, things would be considerably more awkward then normal should they come back to find him stuck half-in, half-out the window. Not to mention the man had helped him, he owed him this much. With that done, he sat back down to wait.

He didn't have to wait long for as soon as he was seated comfortably, the door opened revealing the brown eyes man, whom he had mentally nicknamed princey, the man in the blue shirt which he now noticed had a grey cardigan wrapped around his shoulders and a man he had yet to see. He wore a black dress shirt and a blue tie. His black rimmed glasses matched that of his friend.

"Hey there kiddo, the names Patton." The blue man introduced himself as, "kiddo?" Virgil questioned, not used to the term.

"This is Patton" the tie man said. "He refers to everyone that way. My name is Logan and this" he said, gesturing to the prince guy, "is Roman".

"Well, if that's done, could you tell us your name?" Princey asked.

"Sure, I could" Virgil said, shrugging nonchalantly, "but I don't want too." It was best not to get attached. He would leave as soon as this was over.

"Aww, but kiddo! We have to have something to call you" Patton said, turning his puppy dog eyes at him. Damn him and his morals.

"Fine, you can call me anxiety." He said flatly, standing back up. Attempting to gain a dominating appearance, he stood to his full height, still short and made for the door. Conversation was done.

"Hey, where you going" Patton asked, moving to follow him.

"It's where are you going Patton and yes, where are you heading? You are still not well and such sudden movement could be detrimental to your health" Logan answered, grabbing Virgil's arm. He winced at the tight grip.

"I'm going home" he said, pulling his arm free.

"Falsehood" Logan stated, "from what Patton told me earlier, you are without basic necessities and with your current condition, require constant monitoring and care. If you truly had a home, I highly doubt you would be wondering the streets as midnight and eating out of trash cans".

Darn logic.

"I'm fine" he murmured, turning to walk away again only to run into Roman, who he had not seen move.

"Clearly you are not" Roman said as Virgil stumbled back coughing slightly and ignoring the slight wheeze in his chest. "As a prince, I am required to look after all my people, angsty and otherwise."

He felt his resolve weaken and his still tired body longed to collapse back into that bed and sleep for another 24 hours.

Patton approached him cautiously, "Just stay for a little bit and have something to eat. You look like your wasting away".

With the promise of food, actual cooked food that was fresh and a bed, he decided to stay. But only for today, he reassured himself. Only for today.