Home Is Where The Heart Is (Take Two)

Meow?

Virgil's POV

"Hello, May I take your order?"

Virgil shifted from one foot to another as he wrote down the couples order. Patton had given him a job at the cafe so that he could pay rent. He had felt bad for staying without giving anything in return. So here he was, wearing the black and white uniform, serving endless cups of coffee with blueberry muffins.

As he headed back behind the counter to pass on the couples order, he heard a familiar voice call out his name.

"Hello, Anxiety! Great to see you out and about."

Turning swiftly put him face to face with the one and only prince who once again showed his disregard for personal space. Shuffling backwards slightly, he observed the man, Roman, and the basket he carried on his arm.

"Hey, um.. what are you doing here? And I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to be behind the counter."

"Oh, of course, sorry" he rambled, jumping the counter.

"You could've just gone around.." Virgil trailed off, there was no point talking to the guy, literally.

"Well, as great as it was to see you again, emo nightmare. I have an appointment with the man upstairs!" Roman bellowed, turning on his heels and marching toward the stairs.

"He's not here!" Virgil yelled but Roman either didn't hear him or didn't want to hear him.

Chuckling, he turned around to continue his job, only to hear Romans basket meow?

Roman froze, before he turned around with a sheepish grin.

"Meow?" He said, uncertainly.

Virgil just sighed and put his head in his hands before he grabbed Roman and pulled him upstairs, yelling out that he was taking his lunch break.

"Ok, where did you get a cat and why did you bring it here" he said, crossing his arms.

Roman just chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck.

He raised his eyebrow.

"Ok, ok. Fine." He broke, "just stop staring at me, it's creepy."

Satisfied that he would get answers, Virgil sat down on the couch and watched as Roman pulled out a tortoiseshell kitten. It's fur was a mix of white, orange and black and it's eyes were a startling blue. It meowed at Roman and jumped from his hands into Virgil's lap. Shocked, his hand began to automatically stroke it.

"Well?" He pressed, not letting him escape that easy.

"I found it. It's either a stray or abandoned and I couldn't just leave it!" Roman said, gazing adoringly at the kitten who was currently fast asleep in Virgil's lap.

"Why not just keep it at your place then?" He asked, staying as still as possible to not disturb the ball of fluff.

"Logan said that it's impractical and that we can't afford it. He doesn't have time to look after it and he says I'm not responsible enough" he scoffed, moving to sit down next to Virgil.

"I was hoping Patton would be able to look after it" he finished.

Virgil sighed again, he hated breaking people's bubbles but someone had to tell him.

"Patton's allergic."

Roman froze than slapped his face into his hands.

"I'm an idiot, idiot, IDIOT!" He yelled, standing up suddenly. Virgil grabbed his arm desperately, hating loud noises.